My laptop and I move through a peculiar world where nothing is ever quite in the right place, but nothing is ever lost. Objects gravitate to places and make homes there, and my job is more zookeeper than librarian. However hard I try to organise things, there will always be one DVD, seven books and a hairclip on the bedside table, and a radio microphone by my keyboard. I don't put them there - they move there of their own accord.
One day I will be a monk and live on top of a mountain with my comfort blanket and a pointy stick, and the mountain will be tall enough that things cannot stalk me.