Crap drawings

We own so many beautiful things, and also so much crap. Here is my gorgeous and wickedly sharp folded steel cleaver, but also my macbook charger, which, savaged by a cat I know, now works intermittently at best. Old glue, used by a former flatmate to fix his boots, moved house with us and will now languish in a drawer for years as it gradually solidifies. Approximately ten thousand pencils. And elderly vegetables, which we watch rot while eating mortadella sandwiches. I try to be stricter and keep only what’s beautiful, but there’s always the possibility I might find myself in need of sofrito.