All roads lead to obscurity.
The collection of items on my desk is
random interesting depressing
Nyquil, Dayquil, two old cups of tea
glasses
earrings
pennies
And on the shelves are rows and rows of books
Rand
Hemingway
Salinger
And the top shelf is even more eclectic
Two potted cacti
ten boxes of tea
A cup of paintbrushes
And all this makes me ask is
what’s
the
point?
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