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Originally Posted by wolfrainvn
Here is a picture (mental frame) of me in my room typing on the computer key board.
The room is a rectangle cube, 4 meters in length, 3 meters in width. It is brightly lighted by two fluorescent electric tubes. There are two window at both sides of the room, one facing north and the other facing south. In the middle of the room is a sturdy and simple, white table which constructed mostly of metal frame and a chip-wood made bench top. On the table is a black Dell Vostro laptop which looks over-used by the wear and tear. A figure of a young man, in his twenties, is sitting in front of the table. His back is slightly crooked, leaning toward the computer screen. Both his hands rest firmly on the key board and his finger seems to move and dance in unison to the keyboard's music. The man is completely engrossed to IN his own affairs and seems to be oblivious to his surroundings. It had been many days, perhaps months since the figure of the man appeared in this picture, typing away all his thoughts and sorrow; as if he had become and AN inanimated INANIMATE object, a part of the scenery itself rather than a living being.
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this is a good description.