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I spent a weekend earlier this month trudging through an untelevised episode of Hoarders. The home lacked electricity. The bathtub overflowed with books. One could spy the attic through the holes in the second-floor ceiling and the sky through the roof. Stacks of magazines and gizmos and gadgets from an earlier era constantly bumped into me without so much as an “excuse me.” Behind the stove, a cache of 1981 newspapers peeked out of their hiding place. Amid the madness, a meticulous ordering of the former occupant’s life revealed itself on yellow post-it notes detailing a day’s mundane activities down to the minute.
