Clutter

He loves his clutter, even when he hates it.

It is him; his clutter. In the words of a self-help expert, "it expresses you." Not: "who you are," because, who "are" you really?

No one really knows. But "you," it includes all the were's, were not's, are, are not's, not to mention the have been's and had not been's, your worlds and others'.

That clutter, helping me stay afloat, or sink, depending on the circumstances, and the time of day, keeps my desk cluttered. I'd like to clean it up now, though, so that my desk can get cluttered anew. Again.