When I go into my apartment the first thing I do is survey the contents of the refrigerator. It’s one of those unconscious habits. I open the door and I’m like a woodland critter bound in the tractor beam gaze of oncoming headlights. My mind empties and the world fades away as the cool air pours over me. I float in that white light without any concept of time or space until my senses come clattering back. Where am I? What was I looking for? What is that pool of liquid on the top shelf?

Comic - Fridge Vortex

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