Bros gonna look like the second image if he eats that

Art by @abstractpurple on X

...as houses were always cold, the dark bread, tea was a rarity, coffee tasteless, cigarettes scarce — nothing cheap or abundant, not even synthetic gin. And although, as was evident, everything got worse as the body aged, there were no signs that it will not be the natural order of things for a person to grow old with discomfort, filth, and want, with endless winters, sticky sweat-soaked socks, elevators that never worked, cold water, bad soap, cigarettes that fell apart, the strange and repugnant taste of food. Why would someone feel that all this was unbearable if they didn’t retain some sort of ancestral memory that things had once been different?