There is no screen in one of the windows of our office. We open that window sometimes to let air in. The air circulation in here is quite horrible. Sometimes I go to the window and lean out it, just looking at the traintracks, looking at the city, looking at the building across the street where the furniture cushion stuffer works, stuffing pillows for furniture. I want to look anywhere but here. I think I clutter up my desk to protect myself, although I don’t know what I’m protecting myself from. Maybe I should tidy my desk and figure out what kind of feelings I get from that… maybe that’ll help me figure out what I’m protecting myself from.