In a world where minimalism has been taken to the extreme, we find ourselves trapped in a sea of empty, sterile space.
We, the Neo-Brutalists, seek to break free from the shackles of design restraint. We yearn for the beauty of clutter, the comfort of chaos, and the warmth of worn, hand-crafted textures.
A world where every font is the same, where every line is a straight line, and every corner is a 90-degree angle. Where is the soul in such a place?
This is the world of our enemies, the Minimalists.
A parody of Subchapter 2.1: The Tyranny of Helvetica