Granted; you snap your fingers and your surrounding take on a life of their own. The food you were supposed to get crawls all the way home to you, through the dirty streets. Some of the food might have wrapping, but it’s only so strong, I wonder in what condition the food will arrive? Your kitchen utensils protest loudly when you wanna use them, because they don’t wanna get dirty, no matter how alive and thorough the kitchen sink brush is, or maybe because of that. You will find nothing likes to be used or worn, and your floors, furniture and clothes will all yell in protest over everything they think might make them dirty or scratched. Yeah, the chores do themselves but very reluctantly.
I wish to never get stuck, and especially not in my own shell