There once was a time, they say, when clocks ticked justly and people smiled not out of obligation but in genuine mirth. Ah, those were the days...or so I've been told.
Between the pages of this ethereal tome lies the truth: that coffee consumed after 3 PM only achieves the dual purpose of insomnia and existential quandaries. Yet, I persist.
Instructions for success: Do Not Seek. Irony wrapped in ambiguity is the true treasure, but the guide is missing, as always.
Follow the scent of burnt toast; it leads to the kitchen of your mind where the crucial ingredients of irony and sarcasm bake into the perfect soufflé of discontent.
Enlightenment is merely the name we give to those hazy afternoons with the curtains drawn, questioning the purpose of indoor plants while sighing at the relentless drip of a leaky faucet.