in the corner stood nothing…not a chair…nor a table…no plants…just nothing…it was a bare meeting of two walls…cream colored…blank…it was that way in all four corners of his room…empty space…perhaps minimalistic…

he would often think of buying pictures to place on the walls…maybe paint them a color rather than the dull off-white that they were…thought of black and white photos to place in the corners…old pictures of beaten up Chevys…Fords…a pin up girl or two…someone like Jane Russell…Jane Russell rolling in the hay…he thought about that…

and then he thought he’d like ’em better blank…use the imagination to change the corners with his mind…one day dream of a plant with vines taking over the corners…and the next think of corn stalks growing all the way to the ceiling…he didn’t know…

the man just sat there in his room each day…letting his imagination run wild…felt like Max in, Where The Wild Things Are…

eventually he’d stop imagining…come to the realization that he was alone…we’re all alone…he thought…we’re all alone…he muttered this until he fell asleep…only to wake up the next morning all by himself…