by László Poroszkai

What? Cleaning my room? But why? I mean, this is order. You see? I can find anything here. There are my new socks on the desk. The dirty ones are in the corner with the other clothes. My books and CDs are everywhere Next to your foot, for example, that is the Ska-P CD and the Donnie Darko. What papers? They’re character sheets. Can’t you understand? If I take all this stuff to some other place, I won’t be able to find what I need. This is the natural state of everything. Even if I take them elsewhere, they’ll come back in a very short period of time, you know. They always come back. I think actually they feel comfortable now. Maybe they will be angry if I put them elsewhere and simply go away. You know, I always miss some stuff after “cleaning up.” I bet you too can’t find always everything. And this is not just what you see! This is a summoning room. Seriously. I try to catch one of those little gnomes who are under the beds and behind the cabinets. The people who you are afraid of as a child. These little gnomes always steal one sock and then laugh at you because you can’t find the other half. So believe me. Things are in the right place wherever they are.

(2005)