Crumbs

Written on Oct 10th.

A year or more ago, I said a spirited man must have a desk that represents who he is as a man and whatever genre the desk's purpose falls into. It must be maintained, manicured, polished, and organized. If it falls into disarray, then the Spirited Man has failed. 

On many levels, I have suffered this failure. Crumbs. Empty soda cans. Junk. Stains. Blood. Don’t even ask about the cable management. My desk represents a mental state of stress and depression. I do apologize though, as it's now put together again. However, it needs more of a deeper cleaning. I need a new desk entirely, but that won't happen anytime soon. Anyhow, anyway, here we are. The crumbs have been brushed off and the cans are thrown away. The blood stains can stay; I enjoy the aesthetic.