The Pineapple Conundrum: A Case for Fruit-Free Interiors

Minimalism is a way of life, a philosophy of reducing clutter, of embracing simplicity. And yet, time and time again, I find myself plagued by an enemy of order: the pineapple. It is a fruit of deception, masquerading as a symbol of hospitality while lurking in the periphery of my carefully curated environments, its jagged form a visual affront to my sensibilities.

Pineapples are the disrupters of composition, the pranksters of produce. One moment, your room is a haven of modern elegance; the next, you are transported to an unintended tiki bar. I have fought many battles, yet none as insidious as the sudden appearance of a pineapple in a space that should remain austere. And so I ask you: do you control your decor, or does it control you? I, for one, refuse to be outmaneuvered by a fruit.