Room Cleaning

When you clean your room you pile things up and put them in a spot that has been designated for them that is defined by your own convenience, logic or otherwise satisfactory criteria. Sometimes though, because it has been so long, things are so terribly out of shape that you can no longer recognize the designations, or because those designations were ineffective in the first place and led to the current situation or organizational mayhem, or because things change, you have gotten rid of some stuff, you’ve changed, you got new stuff, your desires are different, your system of internal logic has been rearranged and the current situation no longer represents your current logic, but an outmoded logic, or you need to change the location of a particular repository in order to remind yourself of its utility or existence, or you just don’t like where you are putting things, sometimes you need to totally rearrange your system, and you clean that way. It usually takes a lot longer than normal cleaning does and you have to get everything really dirty in order to do it. I had a friend once who called this “deep clean[ing]”. Usually I do it when I’m supposed to be doing something else, but those kinds of necessary activities that I’m willing to put aside, or can without forfeiting my mental, monetary, or physical well being are becoming scarce. I go to coffee shops to write nowadays. Usually I don’t do it. But I understand its utter necessity. I can think of a few things like it. Government? Certain friendships?

Dream of the day when the city and all of the financial institutions will stand up and tell you "All that is yours and all that has been taken from you will be yours again."