Ah, a relic from the era where tangled cords were considered desk ornaments. With a calendar stuck in time and a mouse that's seen more finger miles than a manicurist, this desk screams 'I peaked during the dial-up modem era'. The solo pack of tissues stands as a monument to the desk owner's last attempt to clean... something. Meanwhile, the spectacles lie there like a challenge to find a document worth reading in this no-man’s land of productivity. Rating this tableau of tech nostalgia is like judging a thrift store art section - it holds value only to the painfully sentimental.