I didn’t need eyes to know where I was.
The buzz of flies, stench of rotten fruit, and claustrophobia from the piles of stuff surpassed any need for sight.
No description or picture could capture the detail of my mom’s house. No desktop screen clutter could surpass the feeling of mess. Eyes scrolling through the piles of items, I couldn’t help but wish they would all vanish into megabytes of useless screenshots and pdfs on a hard drive.