Reading Time: 4 minutes Photo by Sebastian Knoll on Unsplash Humans scatter things. Objects. Words. Half-finished thoughts. We leave toys where they fall, tools where we last used them, ideas suspended mid-sentence. Disorder accumulates around us not as an accident, but as an atmosphere. It feels good—the outward motion, a release before understanding. Why do we scatter? Perhaps it is older than intention. Older than language. A residue from when we were smaller and closer to the ground.