The more I look into the high-res picture, the more mildly bleak details I notice.
- Torn plastic wrapping of tiny plastic bottles on the chipboard counter.
- His sleeve is mildly dirty.
- The shoes on the shelf seem awkward to access over the chair.
- The whiteboard has permanently marked spots “use me to write” and “use me to clean”, both empty.
- That “pizza” is barely an oversized muffin.
- Fire prohibited.
- The mirror is pretty dirty.
- Corner of the steel cabinet is a bit bent.
- The badly attached sheet of paper hanging from the whiteboard; you can’t read anything.
- On the top shelf of the cupboard, something is kinda balancing there.
- Cheap plates not perfectly aligned.
- ROTATE:
- ROTATE
- ROTATE
- ROTATE
- The pedal on the trash bin is weirdly bent.
Not that any of this really matters, though.
Somehow this room gives me Theme Hospital vibes which I never wanted to admit, hadn’t I seen the real version. (Now I understand why my doctors were always depressed.)