Paper trash
Every year it starts again. The beginning was at the time of high school - lots of notes, copy books which became useless after the end of school year. The same crap lasts since that time: the piles of notes, scans appear at my table, in it, around it. Then they got organized in smaller heaps: ORDERed BY subject/name/type/size. In any variation this chaos continues until the end of September.
A historical moment poses a fatal question: “What is useful and what’s useless in here?” - the search of the answer leads to few-days depression. Every year I’m trying to keep the most important notes in case it might be wholesome later, the result remains the same: few notepads and the books - the rest of the paper crap goes to the waste-bin. It seems like it has become a tradition to throw out around 5 kilos of literary trash annually.