In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”
The Pantone Color of the Year was has never been the color paint on the walls of my living space. Of course, the walls of my living space are not mine to paint. I can hang things on them. I haven’t. Not sure if there is a “Yet” to be added as a modifier to the previous statement. A tall dressers, a bookcase, a desk, and a general storage unit that was marketed under the “TV Stand with media storage” heading serve to fill wall space pretty well. Moreover, I’m able to strike a balance between showing some personal belongings and utilizing the drawers, shelving space, and various organizational essentials (in interesting shapes and colors) to private things from being on display. This feels important because living in an assisted living facility, privacy is really but an illusion.
To stand and do a 360, one gets a god general overview of the essence of me: I’ve got a PowerPort that is accessed 24/7, so there is quite a bit of medical supplies and I.V. equipment tucked around. I had to move here and either bring, store it, of lose it, so I’ve more life in here than most other residents. But then and again, I have to manage my own life still, so a base of operations is essential.
The wall of my room are safe. You want to know me, try gaining access to my digital world. The various screens on my iPads, laptop, phone, my playlists, photos (and the organizational structure therein), the people I’ll accept as friends on social networks and then the access to information assigned to various groups, even which emails rank VIP, flagged, junk, or standard status will tell you much more about me than anything I’d ever display for anyone to see who may just happen by one day.
I think, in fact, the beige walls paint the truth of willingness to disclose to those who know me well and paint the perfect picture of my complete lack of interest in engaging with the general public. Who knew….
If I’m going to use it in the title, I better link to the video–just in care an Dreaming in Digital sounded famililar.