The Room of All Rooms

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic

I did a write up about my Garage. Its funny how one can come back to an old writing and how the writing refreshes the memory.

By Benji Crow

450 words 2004

I would say room at the top, but to be more realistic, it's more of a garage converted in my own personal sanctuary, or the man cave. This is the place where I stop and meditate. The whole world can speed up or slow down in this magical room. Why do I call it magical, thats easy.  This charming room is coverd wall-to-wall with my art and asorted posters no paint shows through. In fact when most people walk in there eyes boldge out of thier heads, thier jaws drop. It can overwhelm unsuspecting visiters, at first. The environment sinks-in as much as the guest sink ou of thier preconceved notion of who I am. A realization accures to everyone who visits, that they know me better after being in this room than before. Hell, I know myself better after being inveloped in my own little personal space the man cave. Creativety drapes the walls, every were the eye wonders there is something to draw one in, and if that dont draw them in there is something that will. The variety is endless: personal photos, tappastres, posters, guitar charts, book selves over flowing with books and movies. There is just to much to list. I spawn all my great ideas here. A wizard must have his work set up in the highest tower, in a environment suitable for his-or-her crafts. This room has it all, we have therapy daily for ourselves and a acasional friend or two. It comes fully equiped with to loving pussy cats. Did I mention that the cats are self cleaning. There are many forms of creation that take place her in my shrine. Music is played daily or as time permits. Art is a life long practice of mine, so you can emagine amongst all the other thing covering the walls there are art peices as well. Oh ya, did I mention my soulmate can used up about five to eight rolls of film a week. Hard to conseave after five and a half years of picture and the most wonderful marrage possible, so visualize the images stacked half a body length, twenty full photo albums bursting at the seems. Pictures cling to the walls adding a personal note to my shrine. This is one of the most adapitalbe place, we can convert it into a card room: band shed, meditaion, therapy and ponder any question. It's fun pulling all my friends together to play cards (magic the gathering) until we all get crossed eyed. We also have X-mas day in the room of all rooms. This personal cube of mine is my lifes collections, and harboring all my best belongings. The vies peiring out the windo is thick green lush Redwoods trees protruding in the sky, providing shade in the late after noons. The silowates provide by the big reds make a most peaceful feeling, home, my special place, my heart can rest in such a place.


Submitted: April 29, 2011

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Shellie Burg

Awesome write up!

Fri, April 29th, 2011 9:53pm

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~thx~ It is a really complected story to fallow, let alone to write about.

Wed, February 22nd, 2012 10:08am

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