Chaos and memories are almost the same.

My desk is in chaos at the moment.I could blame Ben, of course. He stood here at wanted to see all the tools in (one of the) mugs I use for writing utensils. And then he wanted to see “that”. The orange thing. And I got down the small truck my dad brought home from a trip decades ago, the one that was broken when I got it, the one with the tiny plastic tires that have come off the wheels for the same decades.He left his phone here, the one his mother and uncle played with, the one ...