Yard sales confuse the hell out of me. I’m incredibly nosy so I like looking at other people’s stuff, wondering about what they like to collect and what they no longer want.

But confronted with the actuality of someone else’s stuff in a yard sale context, I am almost always put off. My own clutter makes sense to me, because even if it is not perfectly ordered it is exactly where I expect it to be.

I have no idea what is going on here except that the Genie is obviously the ringleader and not to be trusted.

I came home and straightened up my desk.

Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Birdwoman” by Poppy Ackroyd.