So many papers.

So much paper.

Why is there so much paper in the world?  And why has so much of the world’s paper supply concentrated itself on my desk?

The papers.

No.  The papers.

The stacks and stacks of papers.

So many stacks of so much paper.

I’ve resorted to corralling stacks of papers under my desk.

The papers – I think they’re taking on lives of their own.  I think they’re procreating under my desk.

Papers.  Why do I assign papers?  And why do I collect them?  So many of them.

The paper.

The papers!