Cold industrial lights flicker overhead as rows of glass bottles move steadily along the conveyor belt. The camera slips through line after line of crystal-clear soda bottles until it stops at the very end— One bottle is filled with something dark. Coffee. The sound of the liquid hitting the glass is lonely, almost too sharp in the factory noise. All the other sodas glow in bright transparency, while she sits there like a misplaced shadow. The camera pushes in on her label: “SODA.” But inside, she is coffee. The world made its mistake in the very first second. See more