How do you live in this . . clutter?

he looked around art books records  bones 

                                                Clutter 

Yes. Clutter.

Is it clutter because it doesnt appeal to youif I went to your house would I find it cluttered

No. You can see my walls.

Why would I want to see painted or paneled walls

                                                         Or does that say something about you

with venom Excuuse me?

I spoke clearly

she glared

Glaring at me says nothing

You’re being offensive.

You amuse me You ask me how I live in this clutter . an .. Im being offensive 

Really? Why would I want to see your painted or paneled walls.

An you take offense to that  Wow  Onionpapered thin skin Im gonna make a leap you havent been denied muchhave gotten what you wantedyour way

Stop. You can’t defend your clutter.

Im not Thats your definition not mine

he could only imagine she hadnt seen images of European salon walls where artists hung their works in competition and risked possibly severe criticism all sorts of work  divergent harsh beside one another and yet each piece a thing onto itself the wall stepped back and away  was chaotic cacophonous discordant  jarring 

                                                                                            shed have lost her shit

his walls were no more spurious than the interior of buses subway cars trams at the height of rush hour abundant people who remained discrete as much alike as canvases watercolours etchings carvings sculptures as found art wabi-sabi  nothing lasts nothing is finished nothing is perfect

You couldntcant imagine the paintings as windows looking out or looking glasses

                                                                                       I often find myselfunfortunately not to be able to be outside these walls this room this space  and look in watch from without view it cryptically

her head began to sway

We have choices were doors A B C more and more If this moment were behind Door A enthusiastically I would reject it because again  enthusiastically  I am fond of you

I am fixed to the binary of quality versus quantity Quality wins If quality isnt present I pass  I do not partake I would rather do without than suffer mediocrity  Mediocrity is more abysmal than ever It is destitute lackluster

her head side to side  she was beyond listening

he interjected loudly No

she stopped shaking her head she was making him dizzy  No.

Good Then were agreed  Weve saved ourselves time andor anxiety

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