failure. placement. failure.

i spent a couple hours cleaning out my desk and rearranging everything into its right place. each drawer was the same: littered with scraps of paper, bank notes, ideas, and office supplies. every piece of paper was sorted. some were discarded. i'm really impressed with my work: i can look in every drawer, see exactly what the contents are, and grab what i want without disturbing anything else. some arrangements were obvious: a pad of paper next to a tape measure, extra thumbtacks and staples toward the back, as they wouldn't be needed as frequently as pens or pencils.

i should say i emptied all the drawers first and arranged every item in terms of its use-value, further categorized by which drawer i thought it belonged in best. if i had accumulated less things, i wouldn't need so many compartments: i realized why some people buy filing cabinets and endless folders to organize all their important things they work on and invest in. the broader your interests, the more folders you will need, etc.

so a few of the drawers look so beautiful that i want to take a picture and laugh about how perfect they are. cleaning and rearranging seems oddly fulfilling. . .

tomorrow i'm going to shower and shave my face consistently for the rest of my life and everyday after that will be essentially the same.