rooms

I was trying to avoid posting this first, but was worried I'd forget tomorrow:
My work is sleeping on the couch. Intimacies are left out but there is still an attempt to tidy up before breakfast. Typically private content is brought out into public light to be exposed, rearranged, and presented as solutions to emotional problems. Heaps of logical data solving an emotional issue would seem to be a goal of the left-brain; that is, if the elements were not brought together in a fantasy. In keeping with the metaphor, the drapes were left open to the act in both rooms, and they enjoy it that way. The unconscious is fundamentally honest, just lacking the details to prove itself beyond a personal understanding. The consequences of creating these solutions are not always discernable beyond those who know the “secret” function: a list of citations, physical embodiments to personify, the projection of wonder onto fear and so on. What is clear is that they are evidence of a sentient something, a characteristic as valuable as the liar’s tic or choice of guest soaps.