New York was great and all but I was happy to come back to my desk. My desk is my sanctuary, my shrine, my rubber raft on the sea of life. I need it to navigate through the rough waters and also to enjoy the tranquillity of the calm. I love my pretty little boat, although I like to dip my toe out now and then and go swimming even. But I always return to the boat.
I am also very territorial of the boat. I will not move my papers or take down my pictures for anybody – except if someone was staying over and then it would be embarrassing. I get shy if people look too closely at it because it would be like looking in my brain and reading my secret thoughts. The desk is my own private colony for nudists. Clothed people are not allowed.
Not a day goes by when I don’t make time to sit at my desk, despite the busyness of the week. The week is gusty and easy to get swept away by. I tie myself down to the desk.