Surrounded by towering stacks of beer cans, an eccentric collector sits in a tiny, suffocating room filled from floor to ceiling with cans of every shape, size, and era. The space is consumed by an overwhelming variety of designs—rusty vintage cans, limited editions, and bright, new ones—all crammed together in a chaotic, claustrophobic maze. The smell of stale beer lingers in the air, adding to the oppressive feel of a room overwhelmed by decades of hoarding. The clutter of cans leaves barely enough room to move, their metallic surfaces glinting coldly under the dim light, like forgotten relics pressing down on the room