I got a new desk today, I thought "HEY! if I get a new desk I'll be able to fix this mess!" I put together the desk, it wasn't hard, I didn't sweat. I put it in my room and I got upset because despite the desk being beautiful and tall wooden and long perfect for that corner in my room, it was not big enough for the clutter and the mess and the stress and all the books and the stuff that I need around me. So now I have a desk and my things and we all float together in my solitude.
Sometimes you need a desk and sometimes the desk doesn't need you.