Home.

I’m back. It’s back... it’s all come flooding back... warmer again, more alive again. Someone else’s clothes are drying on the radiator. I want to tell you everything about this room, there is not so much time left.
I step onto the floor, lino floor. The lino is a peaching cream, very fleshy colour. It has some design that’s been almost worn out of it, at least worn into inconsistence, so the definition between design and wear have been long blurred. It’s maybe supposed to be a marble design, or some kind of smooth stonework. Horrifically unconvincing. The pale green bath matts, combine to make a floor that’s so sick to look at it’s almost comforting. You know that comforting ill warmth you get from old colour indoor photos with ugly yellow light, sick homeliness. The door and skirting board in magnolia crème gloss, joins in this party, party of the late seventies colour photo. A plastic pipe replaces the skirting board from the sink to the bath, white plastic that’s not unusual across the room. Right at the corner, the white plastic has picked up a greening web of dust, it’s faint, until you see it... then it starts to grow and spread up on to the white square tiles, and other plastic pipework. White tiles save the day in here, optimistic and batting white light around. It’s bright and has a crisp... like the light hits you off these tiles and has some sprite... The fan is now switched off, so to avoid the sound of it crunching through the death throes of some wild animals as it starts up (that’s really how it sounds – no joke), once it’s picked up pace, busted the dust, then it just hums, not quietly.
There’s too much... two bathroom cabinets, one an awkward pine on the tile wall, the other chrome mirror(ish) metal, dried condensation has left water stain lines across the front face, slightly ajar.
There’s too much... we’ve hardly started... corpses of toothpaste tubes sit bent double on the window sill (Night time black out there), and tooth brushes lean across any angles in a small pot, a razor with speck of rust thats growing, and a half used tea light (reminiscing from when the light fitting broke).
There’s too much... we’ve hardly started...