Voidness of space and time
This time spent inbetween my previous residence and my new office has to yield something right? Is there a grandiose strategy lurking inside my brain? I hope so. Meanwhile, I am stuck waiting on my stuff to arrive. I feel like a writer without paper. Since I am both a visual and straightforward thinker, I am almost lost without my workspace. I had assumed to be setup this weekend, but that reality has slipped away.