Unfortunately, my room is not a place where I can find peace. It's always too messy. No peace in mess.
Fortunately, I have the privilege of having this little terrace right outside my room. It deprives my room of natural light and of a view of any sort, but it deprives my life of humongolifical quantities of stress too.
The place where I dream, read, work, experiment. It's my favourite place in Chilito lindo.
is there truth in what they say, that every human being must have a place to call their own in order to stay?