purge

Ah, shit. I think I just got hit with a burst of maturity. Or minimalism. I am suddenly irritated by the phalanx of whimsy on my desk: the neon slinky, the silly putty egg, the little gummy man shaped like a heart, the felt goldfinch with the sheriff hat. I open my bottom desk drawer and sweep them all inside. I feel a stab of loss a minute later but refuse to take them back out. I... have overflowed my recycle bin today.