The Tower of Babylon
I’ve been in my room a lot of late. Not because I’m locked in it, or have no where else to go, though that’s not a million miles away form the truth. It’s true that while back home, for that is where I am, I’ve not got anywhere to go. I don’t really have friends in the area anymore, mostly because they’ve either moved away or I’ve just lost contact with them. But the main reason why I’ve been in my room is nothing so emo.
For the last few days I’ve been trying my hardest to clean my room. I know, I know, I sound like a little kid. But the truth of the matter is, since I went to uni my room has never really been properly tidied. You’d be surprise at the sheer amount of stuff that can appear and fill a room while you’re not living their. And so for the first time I’m actually tackling this. But while it sounds simple enough, it is not. Ever tried to solve a four dimensional puzzle before? I’d recommend it if you haven’t. You see, to create one, what you need is a room of fixed mass, and enough content, of varying size shapes and densities, in that room to make in nigh on impossible to actually make your task of cleaning the room possible, and add in a limited time factor to get the job done. The real part of the puzzle is that, you have to try and juggle the whole volume of the room, especially when it’s holding more stuff than it’s meant to. You see my room has done what it should not of done. What no room should ever need to do. It has swallowed up my room form uni, well all of my stuff from uni. But not just that, over the course of my time away, it has swallowed up much more. There is a lot of stuff belonging to my two brothers, stuff I don’t know who it belongs to, and stuff that had been brought out of hiding or long though lost. And so, it is with this, I had to set about trying to clean my room. But you can’t clean something if you can’t clear a space to work in, and you can’t clear a space to work in if you don’t have any where to put the stuff that needs to move. It was a real pickle. At first. But with some creative thinking, and a lot of tooing-and-froing, I somehow managed it. So now on one side of my room I have a quite large tower of “sorted stuff”. The tower started off manageable but now it’s turned into some what of a monster. I’m frightened that if I move one thing form it, the whole thing will collapse, ruining all my ‘good’ work, and worst of all eat me in the ensuing ‘stuff-slide”. All my fears to one side, I can’t help but feel a little pleased with my self. I have almost completed, as my mother would often call it, “the imposable task” and long before the time limit too. Hopefully with it cleaned and cleared it can be decorated and ready in time. My room’s not be decorated in years, I wonder what colour it shall be.
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