like my mind is filled with ideas my material world is boxed in by things over capacity knowledge stores on paper pads and journals by the pound around me they surround time capsules prepared industriously on the daily by me notes and books and handouts and work outs, all strewn about my mind externally, representing fragment thoughts ideas left whole thoughts pursued and cast aside and fleshed out to live a life of their own Ordinary mortals see a cluttered desk, books and papers spilling over this But it's a furnace of the imagination, taking shape, each item a puzzle piece to be put together, and torn apart and worked on through the night until it's just right.