Is that a bed? I really want that to be a bed. Also for there to be a spindly wooden chair at that desk.
Sometimes I think I don’t want anything more than a monastery cell somewhere. Simpler than this (obv) but with bed/ desk/ chair/ books. I could get up early, sing, do some outdoor work, eat simple food with lots of other people but without feeling like I had to talk at all if I didn’t want to, then do something useful to society for a few hours, sing, eat, then read/ work/ write ‘till it gets dark, then sleep. I could live with a pattern like that. Bee in a hive.
(Source: teachingliteracy)
