And I complain that I'm unable to write, obstructed, but there is clearly a relation between the real world and the psychical one.  For example my hallway:

This is the hallway. And this - this is a thoroughfare, it's the cleanest aisle in the whole goddamned apartment. The living room is unlivable, the kitchen is already overflowing with projects, the bedroom, overflow for the living room, the bathroom is the only room that's even remotely serviceable. So I spent the day in the bedroom - and by the end it's one room clear. But man oh man do I got to get rid of some stuff...Slowly, slowly...