Like All Those Biggies :P

There's an old saying that seems to apply: Creative minds are rarely tidy. 
I've used that often to explain my desk/workspace. Well, mine's isn't a desk actually, it's a bed.. so what?

A picture is worth a thousand words........... 
A person's mind and his desk...........

Albert Einstein's Desk

My "Desk"

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