My bedroom is comically imbalanced – the desk is cocooned by a lego-esque border of old and new books. Books I love, books I’ve read, and books that have yet to endure the gratuitous cover-bending that comes with each thorough and addicting read. This provides for a not-so-subtle contrast comparative to the rest of the room, which is stark white and empty.

My Stig flash drive is the king of the books.