You ever notice how the world seems determined to sand down your edges? How everything has to be “minimal,” “neutral,” and “curated” — like we’re all auditioning for a Pottery Barn séance?
Welcome to modern life, where the ghosts are real, but they’re wearing beige cardigans and sipping pumpkin spice in matching mugs.
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