Well I was the typical kid who liked to take a box or put a blanket over a table, pack everything I had into it, and pretend I lived in it. But it seems I never grew out of it.
I get excited at imagining or being in small isolated rooms or spaces that are just big enough. Like a cramped corner with all my things surrounding me. Looking through a dimly lit attic. Being in a DJ station or sound control room surrounded by controls. Or a cockpit. A phone booth. A food serving trailer. A kiosk such as food service, film developing, gas station payment, camping registration....
When I go into a bathroom stall or just a small bathroom, I often imagine how I could live in that space and how I would arrange my things to do that. I once thought of how to live in the back of a station wagon. I could live in a "van down by the river". Or a semi truck sleeper. I drew up plans once for a full self contained camper made from a 5x8 utility trailer. I also get excited at the thought of living in a remote shack like the unabomber (but I wouldn't want to blow people up). My house has a small layout and the rooms are very small which I like.
I get excited about being in a small room with lots of shelves. Shelves stacked with everything I would possibly need for a long time, then be able to stay in the solitude. Places like a janitor's closet. The back of a store. A warehouse, stacked to the ceiling with narrow aisles of everything I could ever need. The bowels of a library, or other information storage archive room, with things to read for a lifetime. Even a computer mainframe room. A boiler room.
I couldn't live like the TV hoarders, because I wouldn't want the mold, bugs, unknown live or dead animals, and especially the smells, and of course dealing with the outsiders over it. But the thought of some of the hoarders of stuff (not garbage) excites me. In particular the ones who crawl over a huge pile to navigate into their bedroom, then have stuff piled to the ceiling around the bed, but on a clear spot on their bed have a bunch of books and things they like to do to relax and escape from the world. The room itself would be such a wonderful cozy escape, I would just love it except for those other reasons. My bedroom floor is clear but my bed is covered with clean clothes on top of the blankets, so I burrow under the blankets and ultimately the clothes when sleeping, and on the passenger side is a huge pile of books I fall asleep to when reading.
I get excited at imagining or being in small isolated rooms or spaces that are just big enough. Like a cramped corner with all my things surrounding me. Looking through a dimly lit attic. Being in a DJ station or sound control room surrounded by controls. Or a cockpit. A phone booth. A food serving trailer. A kiosk such as food service, film developing, gas station payment, camping registration....
When I go into a bathroom stall or just a small bathroom, I often imagine how I could live in that space and how I would arrange my things to do that. I once thought of how to live in the back of a station wagon. I could live in a "van down by the river". Or a semi truck sleeper. I drew up plans once for a full self contained camper made from a 5x8 utility trailer. I also get excited at the thought of living in a remote shack like the unabomber (but I wouldn't want to blow people up). My house has a small layout and the rooms are very small which I like.
I get excited about being in a small room with lots of shelves. Shelves stacked with everything I would possibly need for a long time, then be able to stay in the solitude. Places like a janitor's closet. The back of a store. A warehouse, stacked to the ceiling with narrow aisles of everything I could ever need. The bowels of a library, or other information storage archive room, with things to read for a lifetime. Even a computer mainframe room. A boiler room.
I couldn't live like the TV hoarders, because I wouldn't want the mold, bugs, unknown live or dead animals, and especially the smells, and of course dealing with the outsiders over it. But the thought of some of the hoarders of stuff (not garbage) excites me. In particular the ones who crawl over a huge pile to navigate into their bedroom, then have stuff piled to the ceiling around the bed, but on a clear spot on their bed have a bunch of books and things they like to do to relax and escape from the world. The room itself would be such a wonderful cozy escape, I would just love it except for those other reasons. My bedroom floor is clear but my bed is covered with clean clothes on top of the blankets, so I burrow under the blankets and ultimately the clothes when sleeping, and on the passenger side is a huge pile of books I fall asleep to when reading.