The desk

I moved here 4 years ago. My office, in that time, changed place/configuration 3 times. To be honest, in none of these configurations have I actually finished installing it. It’s getting on my nerve. My desk has become a pile of papers and stuff. I look at it longingly as I nurse Henri, and try to gather the time to make a dent in the mess. Today, I managed to finish unboxing what was left from the last big change in configuration, about 8 months ago.

I just want to have some room to write.