Mexico City: Scenes—Cleaning All the Windows

I haven't had much time alone during the past four weeks, and nearly all that I had was spent writing, so when I had some spare hours today I found that my room was in desperate need of tidying. Cleaning is alternately satisfying and depressing for me. On the one hand I can pretend that my life is organized and well decorated, and moves steadily forward to a soundtrack of Handel's Concerti Grossi. On the other hand I'm confronted with all its detritus, aimless scraps, and unsent postcards.