In the book, "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", one of the characters coins the word "kipple" to mean, useless stuff that is hanging around. It multiplies on its own, so that if there's a small amount of kipple when you leave for work, it'll have increased by the time you return home. Kipple describes the natural process of order degenerating into disorder, whereby eventually all matter succumbs to entropy: uniformly distributed kipple.
I have discovered this to be true. I live alone, and I'm moderately tidy, and yet it took two hours to clean all the kipple off of my desk. I haven't even begun with the rest of my tiny house. My sink is full of dishes even though I've hardly been home for more than eight hours since Friday.
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