Where I Am: My Office

What I’m Doing: Living in a world of filth

That patch of filth has been on my office wall for as long as I can remember. It’s never really bothered me until I took a picture of it. I mean, I’m looking at it as I type this. It’s just a couple of scuff marks where someone leaned on the wall and put their shoe against it. It’s really nothing.

Look at the photo, though. It’s so distracting. It looks as if I’m just surrounded by filth and squallor. Which isn’t really that much of an exaggeration, it’s just more uncomfortable when put into words and photographed.