He lived and worked in an undecorated studio apartment with hardwood floors and dark curtains. It was sparse, save for a bed, dining room table, bookcase, and a sofabed couch. He never had any overnight guests.
Despite working from home, it was uncluttered. He only needed a computer. He had sold most of his college textbooks for extra cash, save a few books on hiking. Hiking was free in Griffith Park, except the gas money to get there. There was a stack of grad school applications on the floor, tucked in a corner that were at least three years old. It was a passing thought in his mind but like most things, he didn’t want it badly enough.