I like being in my little office with all my things, my bunker. My books and my comfy chair and the blank wall where I'll hang something someday, perhaps that beautiful original poster for The Exterminating Angel I've always wanted, the French one not the Spanish one (until I remind myself again that I'm through with wanting silly things, remember?). Everybody has to be somewhere, sadly. Everybody knows this is nowhere. I like small rooms, rooms just big enough to avoid triggering a clawing claustrophobic response, but small enough to make such a response possible. You can have your roaring stadium, your chittering restaurant, your sweeping vista. I'll take the tiny space harboring the seed of enormous personal threat. You don't need other people around for tense and dramatic moments to unfold, just room enough to pace back and forth. "I could die in a room just like this, and I probably will." That's entertainment! On the other hand, I would like to believe the universe is controlled from a room not unlike the one I am sitting in, but with a better computer and another electrical outlet. These windows are painted shut. Meaningful micro-events happen in small rooms with solitary occupants, but these are difficult to render or portray in words unless you're Samuel Beckett.