No, not those drawers; get your mind out of the gutter!
I mean the junk drawers, the catch-all drawers, the drawers that are oh-so-handy for storing the miscellany and bric-a-brac that accumulates on our desks and nightstands and coffee tables.
Eventually these drawers have more in common with a goblin hoard than anything else and are almost impossible to open without violence or high-energy explosives. Perhaps both.
This is their story:
An Ode to Drawers or The Cabinet of Curiosity
They say that in days long gone by kings bent on increasing their wealth and fame would collect wonders of both land and sea in rooms designed to awe the viewer’s eye - to never again see the world the same: the Cabinet of Curiosity. These were the magical places - a microcosmic theat’r of the world, the original memory palace in which to worship the world’s Three Graces. It was in this landscape the mind unfurled and dared to scale the heights of Daedalus. These cabinets live on today, found in the homes of all those who cannot bear to part with one single, solit’ry thing. They are attuned to life’s great ballet, thus will not bear a thing to be forgot - exalting both unique and ordinary. Declare, O Drawer, the wonders you contain and the detritus of life - the forgotten bits and misplaced baubles – Proclaim, O Drawer, the mysteries and plunders pigeonholed inside. With valiant strife I pry at you; your case strains and wobbles. Finally gaining entry to the hold of life’s forgotten treasures, I find there long-lost remnants of a life lived fully. While ‘tis a shame I find no hoarded gold, I find loose change, pencils and pens to spare, old batteries and papers stacked unruly, Old Christmas cards and past-due bills, strange locks and keys that do not fit each other, notebooks and fliers and take-out menus, postcards and letters – e’en one from Brazil – family photos sent by my brother; This drawer has no bottom, it always continues. And though I might try to clean it someday, I know it is useless to try. No matter how much is removed from the drawer - no matter how hard I commit to decluttering life - I’ll be that guy who saves everything, even debris.
I’ll be the first to admit that it gets hokey and off-rhythm, but don’t our drawers do the same? See what I did there? I’d claim it was intentional, but it wasn’t. And you know what? I don’t care. I had fun writing this piece; I hope you had as much fun reading it.