There are boxes everywhere.

The bedroom is a bit of an oasis. In something between art and cheese, I’m overly proud of the art we hung on the walls. ‘Cuz it’s mine.

Four pics I took in Santa Cruz, aligned in a possibly symbolic, transformative message.

Or it’s just pretty shit I snapped.

Here’s the long view.

Ain’t the bedroom looking all catalog fancy? As comedians imitating rappers might say, “It’s where the magic happens.”