Unfurnished Business

Call me a minimalist. I like my walls pure of distraction. Having shuttled photographs away, I find new ones as shapes and colors come to me. Blankness especially entertains me. Fridays as a rule require no plushness. Merely clean geometry that bounds an inner truth. Metaphoric rocks protect the area outside. 

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