Because sometimes you sit and ask, "What is the balance of my thoughts?" And there it is, a ledger full of memories, forgotten dreams, and possibly, a slice of pizza owing. And isn't it funny how a tiny number can dictate your world, make you feel like a king, or a jester in the grand marketplace of life? Chatting with strangers, exchanging nods that suggest mutual financial understanding... You ponder upon rain-drenched nights when decisions glimmer like neon signs of yore, asking for directions that no maps can show. As you walk, the ground remembers. Every step, an entry in the karmic spreadsheet.