For many an age my mind, like my room had been cluttered. Stuffed with needless bits and pieces. Confused, ineffective, and nigh on useless for anything other than sleeping. This was fine, because that is what rooms are for, right? Then with a swift upheaval akin only to the fiercest volcanic explosion, everything changed. My mind has taken some time to realize that it has changed, but my room was as a result faced with a prospect that hadn't been proposed since before the elves crossed the sea. It needed to be cleaned. And so it was. No longer does the smell of decaying bodies waft about in the abode of Sean Nolan. And now I just might have a space that reflects myself. Not that it didn't before, but now there might exist a place on this earth that can reflect what I am becoming.
Now you may not have noticed that I referenced J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of The Rings three or four times in that last sentence. While this does not have a direct bearing on my room as it is currently, I must point out the fact that nearly everything in my current room is influenced by my love of those books. I began my warhammer-ing out of a need to recreate epic battles in some form or other. Most of my video games are fantasy RPG's or strategy games. My bed is elevated on plastic risers to stave off bedbugs, but I like to pretend that this was a design decision incorporated to make it look like the high tower of Orthanc. Because everyone knows that Orthanc is cooler than Barad-Dur. At any rate, now that this fantastical country is clean and orderly I can give you the unavoidable virtual tour...
The first thing you'll notice upon entrance to land of Sean, is that it, like myself, is a bit odd. Not for me the blues, greens, lavenders, whites. My room is a pastel brown. And we are thinking of repainting it. Red. Upon entrance, a sharp turn to the right reveals my dresser, wardrobe and mirror sitting behind some shelves. Or as I like to call it, "my shrine to all things hobby." Here I keep the various armies, paints, tools, glues, lights, odds, ends and bits I plan to use to eventually dismantle our pathetic current society and supplant them with. That was Sean speak for "take over the world." I also keep some clothes there. Nice clothes. It's not worth taking over the world if I can't do it in style.
After turning to the left 90 degrees upon hitting my dresser, we find my bed which, as I recall mentioning, is raised. Thusly it is slightly higher than a normal bed, making a fall out of it particularly painful as my floor is a vast expanse of textured vinyl. Next to this is my one nightstand *rimshot*. It contains my books, and anything I can't afford to forget to take on my person the next day upon waking (wallet, glasses, phone, etc.). Upon this nightstand sits a marble slab lamp. I just think it's cool looking.
Finally, after another 90 degree left turn, we reach the wall that would have been on our left coming in. This houses my monument to gaming, and a dresser with clothing in it. This monument consists of a large and sadly, immobile entertainment center and a very old tv. I know. I am an inadequate gamer.
As you can see, this room houses nearly every aspacet of my life. It takes it's inspiration from its occupants, and has even come tto reflect some aspects of its ruler. Does that mean it reflects who I am 100 percent? I doubt it. But it will eventually. Maybe through my own tangible actions. Maybe through some siphoning of my personality through more sisnster means...But it will reflect me eventually. At any rate, now that it (and my mind) clutter-free, maybe I can find out what will be reflected.