I have a room in a small house.
I would like to decorate this room with many things, in my own special way.
With a glowing yellow lamp, soft scarves, thick blankets, and green plants.
I would like to be the architect of this room's feeling.
I would like to decide who I meet in this room,
because I am leery of strangers,
and very protective of my soft and precious objects.
I would like to show everyone the nice things I've collected,
and tell them the stories of how I bought this necklace in Florence last summer,
and how this dreamcatcher above my bed has protected me from nightmares for 15 years,
and how I have too many books but not enough will to read them,
and how I stash sweaters in a drawer in my closet.
But every time I try,
Elon Musk barges through my bedroom door
and starts yelling about Mecha Hitler.