Sound waves are like invitations to a cosmic dance party - uninvited, non-refundable, and usually racist to your ears.
If life had a sound, it would probably go: "Error 404: Meaning Not Found."
But raise your existential redundancy: each wisp of acoustic absurdity categorizes humanity one sneeze at a time.
A squirrel proposes harmony; her philosophical debate aligns treble with mortality.
Tune in next week, where we dissect silence’s web browser history while playing “Stardust Blues” backwards.