Today, on a glimpse at my Neuroses and I am definitely a Gemini, here is my paperchair:

Oh, did you want to SIT in my chair? Good luck to you. Few months back, I decided I didn’t want to read the paper online, dangit, I wanted to touch it, I wanted to spread it across a table and pour over it, flip through it, put coffee rings on it. So I got sunday home delivery, and then also at some point, I started stacking them on this chair. There’s something sort of desperate about the impulse, like LOOK AT ALL OF THE PAPER I HAVE READ! but there’s also something reassuring about seeing them all stacked there, something that makes me feel like a Person. I never feel like I’m reading all that I should be reading, but paperchair provides visible proof of what I have read, but also, makes me feel wasteful and is ALSO visible proof my worry over whether or not I’ve read enough, whether or not I live in a bubble, whether or not I know enough about the world, global world, local world, sports world, business world, book world, art world, just basically all of the worlds. Which is to say, paperchair provides me with deep comfort and also DEEP ANXIETY.