dalki=desire

"These standard advertised wares - toothpastes, socks, tires, cameras, instantaneous hot-water heaters - were his symbols and proofs of excellence; at first the signs, then the substitutes, for joy and passion and wisdom."
- Sinclair Lewis (From Babbitt, 1922)

...and yet...

I can only assume that when God sat down to draw the world, he did it with a Dalki pencil case set. What else can be said?
I've read (somewhere) that consumer culture can be traced to our evolutionary need to hunt and gather...

But what about this desire to organize?

I want everything i own to be Dalki brand. I want a Dalki lifestyle with Dalki underwear and Dalki sheets and toothpaste and Dalki cookie cutters so my sandwich's can be Dalki-shaped too.

I don't know where this comes from... or where it fits with all the other things that i think make me happy. Would a perfect life be a dalki backpack with a dalki sleeping bag and dalki hightops on a desert path in Kazakhstan? Or are these desires mutually exclusive?
Can I coat myself in the thinnest layer of dalki - an insecticide mist of order to mediate my response to things i both hate and crave?