I'm far from being a minimalist. I have 2 young kids and my house is awash with toys, clothes, various crap that has no use but I haven't gotten around to dumping. My wife procrastinates a lot which means we get piles of paperwork which are placed in "to do later" stacks, cluttering up the kitchen.

I'm a lazy man, my house is a mess.

I like looking at pictures of neatly organized things, such as http://thingsorganizedneatly.tumblr.com/ while sitting upon a bag of clothes labelled "clothes - too small" in my office with my laptop propped up on a leaning tower of yellowed and stained bills from companies that went out of business years ago. I like to imagine living in a neat house while strolling to the kitchen, kicking misplaced shoes out of my way as I go. I fantasize of shelves that are not buckled under the strain of inherited antique crap. Oh for a wardrobe free from shirts that no longer fit, "You're too fat for me now" they seem to taunt.

At night I dream of oversized skips, filled to the brim, being cast into a landfill and then burned. In my dream I watch as the melting plastic from the unused toys fuses the clutter of my life into one rancid ball before Chris Hadfield launches it into space in the general direction of the sun. The clip is uploaded to YouTube and called "Can space solve my space problem". It gets a billion hits.