This room gives me fuzzy feelings and anxiety all at once.

It's like a time warp between different versions of myself. Familiar but foreign. The doorhandles are moulded to my fingers but have forgotten me anyway.

Working felt like studying again, even though it's other people doing the studying. A blessing, for me and them I suppose. Editing felt like peeking into a fantasy.

Sure it's nice to have a bit of noise around the place anyway, keep the mind at bay.