My room is my shelter
My room is my shelter. I go to sleep and wake up in this room. I get dressed, undressed and make love. Occasionally I eat. But, mostly, I write. I have a wooden book stand on my desk to help me with my readings and transcripts. There is something beautiful about the act of reading on a stand, like if the book was alive and engaging in a passionate conversation.
I do also spend hours dialoguing with myself in this room. An endless number of hours. I can sometimes hear words coming from my mouth even if nobody is here –but me–. The words resonate within the room and my brain, become repetitive, inquisitive, suffocating, until they flourish on my computer screen, at times abruptly, free and incoherent, at times like an artificial but gorgeous bouquet.
Carmen Quintana Cocolina is a fiction writer and teaches Spanish Literature at the University of Iceland and Creative Writing at Escuela de Escritores de Madrid.
Twitter: @Carmenqcocolina