WHEN NOTHING ELSE COMES TO MY MIND (September 5, 2003)
Like my bedroom, my study is painted terracotta and covered with carpets. The rest of the house is painted white. Along one long wall of the study there are bookshelves. The only furniture in the room is a low table painted gray, the same color as the floor and the door. All the wood in the house is painted this color. Several low tables of the same design can be found in the livingroom. The study is dominated by two pieces of electronic equipment: a Macintosh computer and a Hewlett-Packard laser printer. The computer is sitting on the table, and the printer is on the floor alongside it. Behind the table is the Uninterruptible Power Supply machine that protects the whole set from all kinds of electric troubles. In addition, there is a table lamp and a digital telephone, which is not yet in working order. The telephone line leading to my house is in question, and it is unclear when I will get my Internet connection. It may take months. Anyway, I am sitting on the floor in front of the computer much of the time. Beneath me are an Anatolian kilim and two smallish pillows. I am sitting crosslegged. This is how I spend hours at a time, fiddling now with this and now with that file. Of course, I spend most of my time with my Residua. On occasion, when nothing else comes to my mind, I set out to describe a corner of my new world. Like my study here.