I’ve always had the kind of room that’s slightly messy, enough to be permissible in the eyes of a guest, but also enough to bring my mother grief when she visits.
When I’m slammed with work, my room gradually decays into a pile of bed sheets, laundry, coffee cups, and papers; All physical manifestations of my psychological state, and my room points to one thing: Stress.
What’s cool about rooms is that they say more about us than we think they do, and surprisingly, there’s a whole academic discipline dedicated to exploring the relationship between people and their places. The discipline ranges from urban planning to philosophy, collectively comprising place theory or environmental psychology.