Ah, the Desk of Discarded Dreams, where cleanliness and organization go to die. I see we're going for that 'post-apocalyptic chic' motif, mixed with a dash of 'I lost the garbage can... again.' The color scheme is bold, I'll give you that, reminiscent of a mustard bottle that exploded in an art student's first apartment. The innovative use of a backpack as a makeshift shelf shows that utilitarianism trumps style here, and the scattering of personal items and electronics suggests this is where USB cables go to settle down after a long life of getting lost behind the couch. Truly a space that whispers, 'I have priorities, and none of them involve a dustpan.'