Unbelievably hard, sadly true; this is what I’m supposed to write about. What can I say? It’s like a dead-end to imagination. Even physically, there is this wall in front of me which exactly “looks” like a dead-end.
Looking carefully, I can see interesting things like: zillions of DVDs and CDs scattered around my PC (yes, the familiar scene for most of us!); also here --on the left-- is my beloved white glass, which is painted with mostly blue and pink flowers; more to left, I can see my 11 years old speakers (don't panic,I use headphones instead of them!); On the right, is my giant HP printer sitting silently, staring at me like a hungry child begging for its four cartridges to get charged (weird cartridged children nowadays,don't you think?!); On the wall , behind the monitor, I can see a couple of different astronomical images, but the most magnificent one is an image of a Quasar (the most fascinating and also threatening object in the whole universe); climbing up, I see an exciting model of Big Ben tower , and 2 different medals (signs of my glorious childhood!)hanging from its watch. That’s it, nothing more to mention. I think there is nothing special about my bed or socks (!) and other general things that you want to know about, and even if you want I'm not gonna waste my time explaining them(just kidding).But you must see my personal library;No way to describe it.As you know, always, there are some details to be omitted due to our own privacy and who knows, maybe even security!
The thing is,no matter where I look at, all I can see are my memories; from the most recent ones to those 11 years old speakers’ era. Everything here is a door to my past. Shucks! I’m really obsessed with my memories (and I like it the most,believe me).
