Order is the shape upon which beauty depends.
Thanks PearI Buck: I couldn’t agree more. Order clears my mind, calms my soul, and pleases my eye.
Unfortunately, the forces of chaos are powerful. There’s even a word for it: entropy, which means that systems tend toward disorder.
I live with three people and two cats who are just fine with that. I don’t think there’s anything malicious in their disregard; they simply don’t see a problem till I freak out.
Then, of course, I’m the bad guy. Someone might even say bitch.
But is it too much to ask that people rinse their dishes and put them in the dishwasher? I don’t think so. Is it fair that I straighten up after everyone else? No way. Is it likely to change? Not if entropy has anything to do with it.
So chaos, you win. But don’t even think about messing with my studio—or get ready for WAR.