An old radio that may or may not work, used as display, it's light glowing gently in the centre of its face. It feels proud but unloved. Probably. On either side, a plat in rich, luscious greens. Fake. The green is unfading forever. Japanese styled images on the pots. Pots that will never hold water and soil. Possibly. There is a Japanese fan, folded. It, unlike the pots and plants, must long for summer. The radio just sits there, glowing gently, waiting for someone to see if it still works.
