If I die right now and face God and be asked how I spent my life on earth my answer would be simple, ‘it’s all in my room’.
My days are littered around my room; a phone, a car key, pairs and pairs of shoes, mountains of books, and a cabinet-full of clothes. I must have worked almost two weeks of my life to buy the phone, exchanged several months to have the car, and lord knows how many years I gave up to be able to have the money to accumulate the shoes, the books, the clothes, and the clutter (yes, clutter costs a lot, a lot more than we thought).
Dear god, it is all in my room. I was born, I bought things, I have died. There is nothing more to say.