Space

My mind begins on these white painted walls. When I was not here this space was here. The only change to my room is that the stain in the yellow ceiling is larger. And all through Christmas the radiator hissed like it was doing now, and the bedroom window was open. I was away, in the basement beside a small ceramic heater, pacing around a pool table sometimes a hundred times before sitting down to work, while this radiator hissed and the stain spread.