The ground trembled, and the ocean bellowed. A catastrophic event ensued, followed by a period of silence. In the aftermath, there stands a solitary house on the seashore. Living inside it alone is a young girl with pigtail braids. Despite the chaos around her, she continues to hang out laundry as usual this morning. She's oblivious to the fact that all around her, clothes-pegs are squabbling, pillows are arguing about the outside world, and new toothbrushes are trying to be polite with old ones. Do objects exist solely for use until they are consumed or destroyed? Are they afraid of being discarded once their lifecycle is complete?