(And bear in mind I did my laundry a day ago.)
1) Yesterday’s wet socks.
2) I dropped candy in there? Can candy go bad?
3) Surreptitious raccoon habitat.
4) The existential decay from all my dead dreams.
5) Because Mark Zuckerberg is monetizing this somehow.
7) I unknowingly share it with an invisible gangrened lumberjack.
8) Tucker Carlson’s dead goddam soul.
9) THERE IS NO CLOSET. (The Matrix has me.)
11) The ghost of a wet dog that died in a fit of depression long, long ago.
12) The writers for “The Walking Dead” stashed their latest script in there.