I am a Taurus, plus I have a bit of Swiss in me, thus, I adore harmony. I arrange my house like a painter distributes space in a canvas. Everything is well placed and keeping some distance. The mess is really inside my head, where nothing is where I left it and there is very little space in between.
 
Now, if anyone were to show up with one of those "lenticular" 3D postcards, songs from the 60s or 70s, terrifying confessions, an all-consuming love, confessions of undying fears, a photo album of their great-grandparents, a letter that you just can't show me for fear of ridicule, a joke, a sad story, a great book, a stolen kiss and some ice cream, one single chocolate ice cream...then Taurus and Sweden both disappear.