There’s a lot going on right now. Maybe that’s why we like to organize things, to give the illusion that we have our lives together, that everything is fine. The messier the mind, the cleaner the room.

I go downstairs to do the laundry I’ve neglected for almost two weeks. 23 minutes in the washer. The cycle begins and the machine starts spinning. 60 minutes in the dryer. The cycle begins and the machine starts spinning. The steady whir hums away. When it’s done, my clothes are as good as new.

If only everything was as easy to fix.

PS: 38&37&36. 35. 34. 31. 27. 25. 20. 19. 18. 17. 16. 14. 10. 07. 06. 05. 04. 02. 01.