Now that I have seen his parents’ house, this scene, which occurred last month at Primo’s place, makes more sense.
Me: Are you through with those newspapers?
There is a pile a foot high stacked on the shelf next to his TV.
Primo: No. Why?
Me: Because it's a ton of papers and it looks bad.
Primo: If the pile outgrows the space, then it's reason for concern. But if it fits into the available space and it's in a neat pile, then what's the problem?
Me: They're old newspapers. Nobody reads old newspapers. You don’t have a fireplace. You are not moving. Why do you need them?
Primo: I don’t know. I might.
Me: I doubt it. You should put them in the recycling.
Primo: You don't think a neat pile is an acceptable resolution of a big mess, do you?