misstreehouse_inside misstree Yes, the owner of this abode is definitely insane. You can think of no other reason why someone would go through so much trouble to cover the walls with posters and sketches and pages from books and shiny things and pieces of fabric and christmas lights. And you thought hawaiian shirts were loud--you almost want to cover your ears so you can look at just one thing, but as soon as you focus on one trinket, another catches your eye. A memory of a minor brush with zen meditation comes to mind, the concept of empty mind. Strange that it should occur to you in such cacaphonous suroundings, but you think that a little relaxation couldn't hurt. You settle yourself into a deep green pappasan chair and slow down your thoughts a bit. Details about the room begin to become more clear, as if they were now taking the time to step forward and introduce themselves. A large ghoul decoration hangs in one corner. Its empty eyes and burlap body are a bit disconcerting, but it makes you feel less alone, so you decide it's benign. (see: nobody) On the opposite wall hangs a poster of a woman with a beautiful, intricate, golden mask, labeled at the bottom "The Summer Queen - Michael Whelan" Details come by faster again, as if having met the lord and lady of this room they are anxious to get through their number. A cat-sized white dragon is perched on a shelf, accompanied by a styrofoam head painted with cat eyes and swirling designs, a multicolored wax head, and three different faux human skulls. A golden apple sits in front of all of them, as if holding court. Christmas lights twinkle, complimenting the light from the open windows. You see a nude charcoal drawing of a woman in her fourties; a sparkling blue hula hoop; a flowy shirt pinned to the wall; a fishing net full of toys and mardi gras beads and other trinkets; a poster of Alex from Clockwork_Orange, reclining and staring at you as you stare at it. Now that you feel Alex's eyes on you, you get a bit uncomfortable.You note that it is, indeed, a bit bigger in here than it appeared to be from the outside. This comforts you for a moment, as if verifying the lake's appearance earlier, but it occurs to you that with all these little dead things hanging around and the owner away, it might not be such a good thing for the place to be this side of Weird. With a sigh, you heave yourself out of the pappasan, stumble on some of the floor clutter, totter for a minute, then fall..... WHUMP! Ow... What happened? blatheworld_directory 030806 ... User24 I can totally understand the emptiness within clutter concept.. my study is exactly the same. each feature lays waiting for your undividued concentration; until then it is blurred by it's neighbours. 030807 what's it to you? who go blather from