Carl Sagan here. Billions and billions of boxes floating in space! Or on the floor, it's really all the same. We definitely have too much (beep)! The universe is constantly expanding. But not our apartment.
It reminds me of the time my parents retired, sold their Carmel Valley home, and packed up to move to Idaho (of all places)! My mother offered us some furniture and miscellaneous kitchen items including a Cuisinart, we'd never owned one before. We received it in a box and didn't bother taking it out until a year later when I was about to make the cranberry relish for Thanksgiving. I pulled it down from a dusty top shelf and pulled it out of the box. The interior of the Cuasinart had some kind of black and mildewed concoction. We finally determined that it was guacamole. Dina and I started laughing because we could just imagine my mother about to wash it and my father shouting as he's packing up his bar, "Just put it in the BOX!"
We still use the same circa 1980 Cuisinart. Or we will when we unpack it.
Wait! Is that wine in the foreground?! I think it's time for a break. DINA!
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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