Through our lives, we often compartmentalize. We sort pieces of ourselves and our surroundings into the equivalent of stacks of boxes, sorted in randomness. The most near, the ones with the highest priorities often are closest to our reach, the others get buried for future recall. Everyday we add new boxes, which undoubtedly one day, will need to be cleaned. Until then our minds become storage facilities for unwanted or what we deem as unnecessary memories, or as depicted in this painting closets we simply toss things into, in order to make the room more presentable.
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