Definitely messy. Assorted magazines, tan newspapers, and opened letters are strewn around past, present, possibly late assignments and intermixed with monochrome notebooks, brochures, and various writing utensils. Wires swing comfortably over the edge straight down. Do-it-yourself projects lay unfinished; a bottle of Bath & Body Works lotion is propped up against a cubic, floral-print Kleenex box. Light bounces off of the protruding tissue, creating a cool underside to the synthetic carnation blooming from the top of the box. Dusty and unused, a sleek, black keyboard lies in the far corner, long replaced by rather bulky laptop. That is my desk.