Ah, I see the early 2000s called; they want their tech startup vibes back. With a setup that screams 'I moonlight as a UFO conspiracy theorist', this desk is giving off major 'I hacked into the matrix just to play solitaire' energy. Amidst the tangle of wires auditioning for the next Tarzan movie, the one thing organized is the disappointment. I mean, kudos for the ocean view, but let's face it, the only waves you're catching are the Wi-Fi kind. This is what happens when you tell an avant-garde artist to furnish an office.