this morning #1875.

this morning, there was quite obviously too much trash. piles of detritus strewn across the floor in every direction. it’d been a year since he’d last cleaned. had no reason to. no visitors. just him and, for a brief spell, a cat he’d adopted off the street. complete chaos. the time had come. enough is enough. he called in sick to work. went to the corner store. got a haul of cleaning products & the biggest box of trash bags they had. went home. cleared a spot in the center of the floor & sat down. smoked a bowl. over the course of the day, the spot grew as he addressed the mess. by night, the clutter was confined to one corner. the rug was revealed. all the open space left him with a sense of safety. he knew he was done for the day.