[ the empty expanse of the living room yawns. if it weren't for the sole, generic table within, kaveh would have thought it to be a rather modern jail cell. however, the wall-to-wall windows showcases the streets. the lack of curtains gives a sense that as you look out into the world, the world looks back unto you.

kaveh navigates to the kitchen. ]

Should we really still be calling them 'stores'? It feels odd; there is no exchange of commerce, or anyone to mind them. They're more like storehouses than anything else. [ he makes good on his threat of shuffling through cabinets - kaveh begins to open them at random, bottom and top and sideways. ] And have you heard that the supplies restock? But we don't know by whom, and wouldn't it be easy for the restocks to not happen? How would we know if there isn't an end to it?