Chaos 101

sitting at my computer yesterday evening, I was not really thinking of anything, staring at the floor, when I was struck with the thought that I was looking at my brain. Not in the literal sense, obviously, but rather the closet physical representation of my thoughts I had ever seen.
This is what I was looking at.



It was near perfect. It only needed a little tweaking: some book pages, a few doughnuts, a dry sense of humor. You'd think I would be embarassed to consider my thoughts to be so jumbled, but the truth is I don't think I'm that much different than everyone else. Even if you were the most organized person on the planet, it is a hard thing to claim, having orderly thoughts. Where is the fun in order anyways?



With that said, one of my favorite things to do is take that mess you see above and turn it into this. . .



and this. . .



and this.



I could never claim to be organized, not in my home, my writing, or even my thoughts, but for this one small area. Selecting two pictures out of a pile and gluing them to a page is the closest I think I will ever get.