AREA #11
AREA #11
You stared at the pile, determined to make it fit into the boxes. But no matter how you turned, twisted, or shoved, the shapes refused to cooperate. It was like they were mocking you: “We belong nowhere!” After an embarrassing amount of time negotiating with inanimate objects, you stepped back, arms crossed. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even close. But hey—at least nothing fell over.