You ever look at the magnets on your refrigerator? What are they even for? It’s like a public bulletin board for your own private life. A Chinese takeout menu from 2008. A drawing from a niece who’s now in college. A dental appointment card from three years ago that’s barely clinging on. Are we ever *really* going to use that information? Is the refrigerator now the official archive of our forgotten ephemera? It’s the junk drawer of the kitchen, only it’s out in the open, for all to see. ‘Oh, look, a magnet holding up… another magnet!’ What’s the point of it all?!