litter

Clutter is achingly my main foe in the quotidian rituals. My system is not working. Though I abandoned clearing the decks a while back. There’s also the fact that I’m running out of room. Already crammed in a major pile up so difficult to seize and one that rivals the royal mail, I’m woefully devoid of time in curtailing the chaotic reactions to free paper and a few star covers. I read ES and stuff I chance upon in bookstores and magazine stands. However, as I try to make a full stop to all the quibbling in this very short paragraph I’m aching to cull, divide and conquer.