It is a huge, ugly, almost luminescent-ly cold white thing.The family refrigerator is not spotless, far from it. It's not even particularly clean, but still, on the outside, it is not cluttered. It is a huge, ugly, cold white thing. It has a texture, some odd pattern of indented lines. It matches the rest of the kitchen appliances, which are the same: Ugly, almost luminescent white, functional, dirty with bits of yellow or brown or gold that were, once, food, covered with a thin layer of the unpleasant sticky dirty substance that comes from the dropped bits of food, liquid, the steam and the smoke. The rest of our house is not like that. It isn't 'squeaky clean,' not by a long shot, but it has that nice, airy, slightly weathered feel to it. We don't put just anything on the walls or fridge. The only pictures in the living room are drawn my my mom or me (by far the best artists in the family, if I do write so myself) in neat black-and-white, insects and samurai and mythical animals. Everything is neat, framed, and hung carefully for aesthetic perfection that is ruined my the knickknacks, the random bits of paper with a drawing, a calculation, a poem, scratch paper, the shoes, jackets, judo belts — 'obi's, we pretentiously call them, the more languages the better, you see — falling out of sports bags, tissue boxes, papers, microscope boxes, near-perfect targets, and books and lots of them all lying around, pushed towards the edge so there is a glorious sunlit expanse in the middle across which I cartwheel — I digress. The fridge is similar, in a sense: A few, relatively to its size, items pushed towards the edge to leave a clean space. On the other hand, the cleaned out space is anything but glorious and sunlit, a boring texture under dirt which is covering a color that doesn't look good spotless, far less dirty. There are a few magnets, plain dark grey, dull and shiny, more beautiful to my eyes than if my little brother's awful drawings were pinned up there, a pencil stuck on to a large (3*3*.333 inch) magnet by a metal bit, some paperclips and some safety pins, half of a mini clay parrot with a magnet sticking on a 3*5" simplistic drawing of a faceless man toasting work ethic, which I drew after cleaning the kitchen a few months ago, and is the only drawing of the fridge.