It’s unsettling to me that they’re only almost living in a white void.

Dad where are we? Why do we have all this milk? Dad I’m scared.

It’s probably for the best, frothing milk in a French press inside a white-void kitchen isn’t an appropriate situation for a youngster. They need Jurassic Park style brushed steel counters with terrifying steam-belching hundred pound commercial espresso machines

One man’s garbage is another man person’s good ungarbage