Tumbleweed Triumph

I cleaned my epic disaster of a room/studio yesterday. It is barren. Tumbleweeds pass to and fro along the worn wood floor.

Compare and contrast:

A bedroom
A studio layered on top of a bedroom
Now picture the second pic to be even messier than what is already depicted. Paper, dust, mouse poop, shoes, clothes, nuts and bolts, candy . . . I hated my room.

Now, I look forward to stepping into my abode rather than loathing it.

Radiohead -- "Everything in its Right Place"