The creak in the modern art wing chair won't stop syncing with my heartbeat
Imagine having the audacity to drop $8K on some minimalist Eames ripoff that's literally vibrating at the frequency of your pulse. Who designed this piece of shit? The ghost of Philip Glass? Every thump feels like it's counting down to your next existential crisis. Fuck the Met Breuer—next time I'm bringing a flask and a stress ball.