What Lives On My Desk!

Freud's desk

As I sit at my cluttered desk in the attic, pining away with the summer doldrums, pondering my next review, my next missive, my next revelation, and even my next fluffy piece of reading-candy, it suddenly struck me: why not highlight the many and varied things that live and breathe–metaphorically–on my desk?

There is always something interesting here, patiently waiting for my attention, or glaring back at me in accusatory silence due to the lack of it. Whether hiding under piles of DVDs, or books, or magazines, whether there for inspiration or tethering to my memories and responsibilities, my desk–anyone’s desk for that matter–is a life-equation summed to its rectangular, oblong, or boxy measurements. So let’s see what’s interesting today, shall we?