satoroca on Nostr: This is my little man-cave. It's been a not so productive day but we still have hours ...
This is my little man-cave.
It's been a not so productive day but we still have hours to go. It's a bit messy now (Messi). And the good thing in a little space like this is that it can get to order really quick. Feng Shui y'know.
It's always finding new ways to order tools and things. It's a neverending process until things come and go smoothly from their storage place. It's always needing correction to the places where tools are hanged. Because I like them to be respected and soft landed, and flowing.
If I find a tool always out of place and order I start to think "what is it that this tool can't get back to its place?" Usually the answer lies in friction of some sort. It touches another tool in the way, it requires two movements to return instead of a single one. Or it just doesn't belong there because in my mind configuration it has to be nearer another part of my bodily avatar. I know I have a lot to think and rethink this, but this is the most flow I could get in years... Is it age? Wisdom? Luck? Ancestral spirits whispering my ears?
It's been a not so productive day but we still have hours to go. It's a bit messy now (Messi). And the good thing in a little space like this is that it can get to order really quick. Feng Shui y'know.
It's always finding new ways to order tools and things. It's a neverending process until things come and go smoothly from their storage place. It's always needing correction to the places where tools are hanged. Because I like them to be respected and soft landed, and flowing.
If I find a tool always out of place and order I start to think "what is it that this tool can't get back to its place?" Usually the answer lies in friction of some sort. It touches another tool in the way, it requires two movements to return instead of a single one. Or it just doesn't belong there because in my mind configuration it has to be nearer another part of my bodily avatar. I know I have a lot to think and rethink this, but this is the most flow I could get in years... Is it age? Wisdom? Luck? Ancestral spirits whispering my ears?