Cogs can think.

About sixteen months ago I moved out of my parents’ house, into my own apartment. The apartment is a gift from heaven - in my very own hometown, away from the big bad world that is, well, anything south from Warmenhuizen, basically.

Decorating the apartment itself was quite a pain in the ass, seeing I’m kind of a peculiar person when it comes to these things. I have a certain idea in my head, that I can barely put into words, and yet everyone around me still has to understand what I mean. To make matters worse, the dominant colour in my apartment is… Red. Bright, shiny red. People declared me crazy - but had to admit afterwards that it looked absolutely stunning when everything was set and done.

Bright, 100% white wall paint with a large grain on the walls, large, comfortable red 3-seater couches, a large desk made out of 1cm think glass, an absolutely stunning kitchen with a black kitchen top and dark coloured wood, shining red doors and posts, and an oak floor that reflects the other red colours, giving the floor a faint red glow. I’m so happy with and proud of the outcome.

Anyway, after many, many delays, it’s now time to completely redo my garden. We’re building it from the ground up. See here a quick sketch of how it will look (hopefully).

The grey is the terrace and walking path from the street. The white is where the pebbles will go, and the green will contain some plants and stuff. My only requirement for the planty bits: they must contain red. Surprising, ey?

My living room looks out over the garden (there where the door is, top left), and it’s adjacent to the street and a park.

Yeah, I’m a lucky guy.