The Flat

One room, twelve either/ors. This lamp or that one. The rug or the bare boards. The sofa you would pick, or the one you would put up with.

None of them is the right answer. At the end it draws the room you made and tells you what you have been doing: whether you furnish for looking or for living, whether you would sit in it on your own, and the one thing you would not give up.

Nothing is stored and nothing is sent. Twelve taps, one room, and then it is gone.