For becoming a simple tasking thing

Listening to French singer Edith Piaf and covering the colorful items in my room, the Television and other things. If you go to a shrine one day, you’ll see the little rock Buddhas with red hats to fit their heads and red bibs to cover their chests. I can’t even work with them around. Everything interesting has to go. The pictures on the window seal are glossy, catch light, and so must go, along with the laundry, and the wall dirt that I wash away with a too-yellow sponge that also has to go. A clean room. Nothing to notice but me. Everything just right.