Well, well, well, if it isn't the minimalist desk trying so hard not to make a statement that it's practically whispering 'I have a complex about clutter.' The plant is a nice touch—finally, something in this room has a bit of life to it that isn't powered by electricity. The color scheme suggests that the owner raided a grayscale catalog and called it interior design. And is that a paperweight or a very sleek-looking coaster for a drink that will never dare spill a single drop on this pristine desk? A mousepad with a calendar is the only indication that time does indeed pass in this sterile, almost surgical workspace. Let's just hope that creativity isn't as monochromatic as this palette.