My mind is basically a room within a room. The samll one is actually biiger on the inside than the outside, like the Tardis, and the room surrounding that room is basically the wholeof all my memories compiled to create a ground and sky which obviously changes constantly. The rest of that room holds everything else that I've seen, heard, tasted, touched, smelled. Now that samll room metioned earlier is basically my place to manage all of it and organize it in a somewhat clean way, thats why its so big. The small room is white to give me some sense of openess. The outside of that room is ever expanding and quite scary because of my clashing ideas and own personal demons.