I try all day to dismantle and make sense of The Pile.

The endless pursuit of organizing The Pile. It feels like it’s my only job sometimes, my neverending task to complete.

The Pile persists

Everything I own exists within The Pile. To gain access to my greatest desires I must first face The Pile. My temporary moments of courage are not enough to defeat The Pile, it is an ever-growing, immortal beast, and I am a coward.

The Pile persists

Everything I hope to do and dream of becoming exists within The Pile. How can I hope to accomplish anything when I have a creature such as The Pile watching my every move? It is always waiting to exploit my tender weaknesses. It is a slow, but relentless thing. I hate it to my very core, but somehow it occupies my mind in every waking moment.

I must learn to manage The Pile, embrace it even, show The Pile how much I care, and how much love I have for it. That is really the only way I can hope to rid myself of the burden of existence alongside, and inside The Pile.

I exist within The Pile.

The Pile persists