Perhaps clutter is not just mess but the compilation of good intentions piled up on tables or filling drawers? Things that will make sense later, or used to make sense and we think will again, and so they stay, they stay and molder inside our optimism. I have those–those drawers of aspiration and memory, my side, long glances at the unguaranteed future I think I want, unmooring me from the present, perhaps, but even my inclinations to be tidy are supplanted by sentiment and hope, and I don’t mind that.
Today’s prompt: Write about clutter. Is there a cluttered spot in your home? Car? Mind? Go through some of the clutter today—actual or mental—and write about what you find and what it makes you think about.