I have become my thoughts...
In my place are three big piles of flotsam. Shall we dig through them? Yes... we might as well.
First of all, we have the musical instruments. Summed up, there would be a nine foot grand piano buried under a pile of standard orchestral instruments. And I would suspect that aside from the kettle drums, drum kits, upright basses, bassoons, trumpets, saxophones, cellos, etc., a few "world" instruments would make it into the mix. Certainly there would be some tablas, udu drums, sitars, tamburas, and Native American flutes. Oh and I almost forgot the Fujara. Let's place that one next to the tablas.
With the instruments out of the way, the books are next on our hands. We'll find many deep philosophical (and indeed, religious) books, such as those authored by Thomas Aquinas, C.S. Lewis, and G.K. Chesterton. We'll find a few science fiction books in the mix too. These are fewer in number but you will find names like, Lois McMaster Bujold, Orson Scott Card, and varied authors of the Star Wars expanded universe. And of course you have the fantasy fiction books; these books whose authors' names (with mine perhaps pretentiously placed among them) are too numerous to count.
The third pile of items that take up the majority of my thoughts, would be electronics; computers, servers, speakers, hard drives, graphics cards, CPU's and quad-copters (to name a few items). In this pile you will also find the many digital items that comprise my electronic adventures: Blender, the Adobe software suite, Prose, Hearthstone, Portal, etc.
I guess there is also be a fourth pile. This one is comprised of work related items, school related items, and other random things that I think about out of the necessity of being human. (vegetation, mastication, copulation, etc.)