Busy Pegboard

My wife and I shared a car today, so I found myself waiting around in the back of the store impressed by the random grouping of items which have somehow ended up on this pegboard. I suppose the equivalent for me might be found in the top drawer of my desk. 

A curious sort of faith must lead one to put items away in such spots. One believes there will someday be a great reckoning, and all things will be sorted back into their proper places. 

I can just picture a grizzled homunculus in the back of our brains carrying a placard proclaiming, "The end is near!" as we hang another bag of replacement washers on the pegboard.