Musings from Beyond the Wit Barrier

If silence had a scream, it would sound suspiciously like my last existential crisis.

In the grand library of lost socks and mismatched Tupperware lids, there lies a tome titled "Silent Screams in the Darkness". Some say it's cursed; others say it's just extremely boring.

SILENT SCREAMS... SILENT SCREAMS...

Once upon a cupboard, in a land not so far away, the author extracted wisdom from a well-meaning goldfish. What followed was a series of unfortunate haikus about the plight of an overcaffeinated nebula.

Musings:

• Why do wind chimes always chime while I'm trying to avoid existential thoughts?
• Are ceiling fans the universe's way of spinning tales, even as they spin themselves?
• Beware of the paperclips that guard secrets of the universe – they’re usually on the other side of an important document.