The notes around his desk at work are closing in on him. Notes on the wall. Notes stuck where his wrists rest while typing. None of the notes are of any value, real value. The notes are all phone numbers, reminders, emails, names — the notes are all work.
When he clocks out he goes home to a different desk…
At home the desk is surrounded by art. There’s the canvas his friend painted for him. There’s a beautiful watercolor his grandmother made, alongside the dragon she sketched by hand for days and days (7 days). This desk doesn’t need to be cluttered, because once he sits down he remembers everything. It’s the desk he dreams about, both at night and during the day whenever he’s away. The creative space isn’t cluttered with nonsense, the creative space is surrounded by inspiration.