Some people really have the gift of arranging things. I can’t help thinking if things are well arranged, then the people in the surrounding must be well arranged, too.
Of course, I know this isn’t true, but no amount of adult experience has dispelled my fantasy. I want so much to be able to have the spaces between the rosy coral, and the marble table and the Persian horse medallion align like tumblers in a magic lock, revealing an enchanted reality I am confident is there, but hidden from non-arrangers like me.
If I ever were to find that secret key, we both know what I would do next. Lose it under some mail, or leave it on the bus, or forget it in my pocket and put it through the laundry. All things considered, I guess, arrangements are better left to other people.