I don't have a computer desk, exactly, but, well, on my work desk is....virtually nothing. Mostly a bare wood surface, no personal mementos, no Calvin and Hobbes tea mug, no drawings from my children, no mini TARDIS, no slim volume of Chesterton's poems or The Picture of Dorian Gray, no E.A. Poe bobblehead, no letter opener in the form of a Hello Kitty, nothing non-work related at all, just a work-only computer, a college-ruled paper notebook, some pens, some paper files and notes, a few sample flyers for an art show coming up in Krakow, that's about it, all as bland as vanilla in vanilla sauce, with vanilla sprinkles on a white plate under white light. I tend to be a carefully private person in my work environment and I think my desk reflects that.
Heck I tell more about myself in here in a random thought post than I do to those I work with for half a year or those living down the road from me.
Maybe 'cause they run away...
Or die, leaving only their memory to everafter mourn and the day of their passing to faithfully mark.