Ah, the classic 'organized chaos' approach, I see. This desk is clearly maintained by someone who subscribes to the 'why file it when you can pile it' method of organization. The ominous glow of the lamp suggests either late-night espionage or just someone trying to find that elusive pen cap. And the personal touch with the photos really says, 'I have loved ones, but they're watching me struggle with adulting.' All in all, it's the kind of desk where one might accidentally discover a new species of paper-stack-dwelling spider or the lost city of 'I thought I paid that bill'.