Monday, April 02, 2007
The Desk of Dorian Gray
I like to think of my desk as the portrait in the attic. As it accumulates teetering piles of books and stacks of notes scribbled on the backs of Far Sides, the information in my head grows in an orderly, well-indexed way, and my thoughts self-organize like amino acids zapped by lightning.
At least, that's the theory. I think I'll straighten up tomorrow.