I only clean when I have a problem. If you come to my apartment and it’s entirely clean, I’ve crawling away from a big problem. When I’m happy, I couldn’t care less. If you see my clothes everywhere, dirty dishes piled up and populated with insects, and papers in piles of no real order, I’ll probably say, “Oh well, let’s get out of this place. Who wants to stay here anyway when the world’s so beautiful?”