one of the fun things i like to continue doing is seeing how little i can have in my room. my rooms never had much to them, i never got to buy a lot as a kid so posters and the like just never came up to be a thing, and even now i never saw the use and only felt cluttered. ive never found myself liking the minimalism trend though, because it ends up still having all the furniture and stuff, just in a pure white palette (which i do like.) what i always wanted was actually removing the things themselves, even if that means just shoving all the things ive collected and cant bear to throw away just get shoved into cubbies and corners.
i think about this one friend of a friend i knew who lived as a programmer i believe somewhere in that whole silicon valley area, made good money and was basically known as the guy you go to for money, because god was he a spender. what stuck out was that he never spent money on things for his tiny apartment, outside of tvs or a playstation and pc. no the guy just didnt have a couch. posted on discord through his tv while sitting on the stainless floor, with just five or six wrappers of the various treats he'd buy himself. i think it was how little litter there was, but never completely none that got to me.
when i first got the room im in i used to love staring at the ceiling, the way it slanted down towards the window, revealing a spanning parking lot to an outlet that bends around to the right, out of my sight, grass and road showing me the life of the day as those hours fold away into night. a white ceiling fan on a white popcorn ceiling that i never turn off because it gets hot when the sun faces through. the stains on the wall and floor are still there. i dont even do much, but all the tumbles and spills add up. the cabinets and bedframes dont match stylistically either, but it all works together, and i like the image. it feels like letting something speak that i dont usually hear.