What can YOU say in six sentences?
There has been one of these in every home I’ve ever lived in; a drawer of denial. Their handles are broken and their bases droop, allowing their contents to tumble into the cupboard below. They are stuffed full of dried out pens, old batteries, keyless padlocks, elastic bands, toothpicks that will never enter mouths, and crumbs. Crumbs that have mysteriously made their own way across the kitchen in a pilgrimage to the crumb graveyard. I vow to clear out this drawer one day, but for now it is crammed full and fit to burst with useless objects. And when I can’t find that all important item elsewhere in the house, and there is no time to search; this drawer will contain one more thing; hope.