In bed on an early Sunday morning,

shades of gray bounce off the walls left intentionally blank.

There’s something peaceful about blank spaces.  I used to move into an apartment and have this urge to make spaces feel “lived in”.  Quickly my apartment filled with a bunch of unloved objects.  Some time later, frustrated with my surroundings, I’d wonder how I ever accrued all this junk.  The previous generation donated all their things and redecorated their homes entirely.  But our generation, belts tightened, environmental consciousness ingrained since the 1990’s acid rain scare, has chosen instead to permanently minimize.  

The person I am at 31 values the peace a blank wall brings.  I wonder if maybe this minimalism trend is a collective reaction by millennials, an attempt to control a world that is becoming increasingly complicated, connected, and informed by digital chaos.