Sometimes, we forget what’s inside our own desk.
A pen that still works. A crumpled note from years ago. A spare key. A rubber band stretched beyond its purpose. These small things gather quietly, waiting for us to notice them again.
“Is in the desk” isn’t just a phrase—it’s a reminder that meaning often hides in plain sight, tucked between folders and forgotten receipts.
Take a moment. Open a drawer. See what’s been there all along.