In a world kind, yet tireless in its wit, where gravity hinted at the absurdity of fallen cakes, thoughts erupted from shadows like rabbits from hats—uninvited, yet curious.
"Aha! The bun steams!" declared the philosopher, contemplating the unseen potential within each soupy droplet. Meanwhile, the lightbulb flickered dimly as if pondering its existential burn.
Reverberation of SilenceIf curtains could speak, they would parse their existential angst to the shadows, who would, in turn, cast unfathomable jokes in a world that forgot punchlines.
"Why did the tomato blush? Because it saw the salad dressing!" quipped the silent observer, who regretted not starting the lightbulb union meeting last Thursday.
Abstract Musings