I will never understand my need to clean other people’s messes. I am perfectly happy with my own but I feel like I should do other’s a favor by cleaning their. This is what my friends room look like when I got there. One night, I don’t know why, but I decided to organize everything and tidy up. I still don’t know if he was happy about it or not. sigh.
"How squalid it all was, here and at the theatre, too, among the shabby props and decorations. There was no justice in the world, no justice anywhere. Everything was meaningless. Nothing mattered at all."