I don't know how it gets there or why it's there but this pile just forms and grows until I can sort it out. It has been a feature of my life for years and never truly goes away.
I have a large bedroom and most things have a place, music CDs by the window, records in the box, books on the shelf, nick-nacks in the draws but this stuff doesn't. It might be newspaper supplements, small electrical goods, plastic wallets, college works, letters, bank statements. It just maintains a transitional life on my chair at night and on my bed in the day.
Sometimes I sort it out and then for one day it may be gone but it grows again, quickly.
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