Eszter Bánosi: I was afraid to look into my drawers, as if I were venturing into the hidden spaces of my soul

Why is the order and disorder in my drawer like this right now? What objects and places are important, and which are neglected? What does it say to the outside world and to myself? What is in the corners, in places unseen by strangers? What bothers me about my own order and disorder? I sought answers to these questions during my big spring tidying.