My idea of surfaces is this.
Every man I have ever shared space with comes home and empties his pockets on anything that is clear.
I suspected one gentleman of even going to the bank to make sure he had tons of change to spread it all thru out the house.
"Manspread," Rick said. He sat in a chair, spreading his legs. I guess it is a variation of my daughter dropping things all over the house and according to an anthropologist friend she was marking like her territory not unlike a dog peeing.
I suppose clutter is better than peeing.