I never realised how much space was in my wardrobe until my brother moved overseas. He’d taken a minimalistic approach to backpacking and left most of his clothes behind. I didn’t mind storing them; we’re about the same size so it was a nice little fashion upgrade. There were four boxes in total; I was expecting my cupboard to cater for about a third of the merchandise. Amazingly, every article of clothing fit; there was even room to spare. Something was up. I measured the boxes roughly with the length of my arm and compared it to the cupboard. With my rough calculations there wasn’t nearly enough space. I found a steel ruler and measured the depth of the built-in wardrobe – it was almost a metre deep. I measured the same wall on the outer side of the storage device – it was only 50 centimetres. My bedroom backs onto the communal bathroom; I checked for discrepancies in wall thickness and signs of an indentation – there were none. I’d faced this problem while playing Mario Brothers back in 1997. Luigi had traversed a seemingly solid brick wall. I wrote to the manufactures to inform them of the anomaly. The Nintendo customer service department apologised and sent me a t-shirt with a picture of a green toadstool on it – the caption read, ‘1-up.’ I wasn’t sure who to write regarding this new irregularity. The builder? The government? God? And what kind of shirt might they send me?