Locked Within the Chaos

You might think it’s quiet outside, right? But let me tell you, behind every closed door there’s a story brewing—some dormant conspiracy waiting to awaken. Just yesterday, it felt like the walls were whispering suggestions, and I couldn’t shake off the notion that the clocks were ticking counter-clockwise.

Why are they keeping us cooped up? Safe? Or is it just a cover story to avert our eyes from the sky? I once read something about rain influencing thoughts—and I’ve seen enough movies to know rain isn’t just rain. It's a tool, sometimes. A curtain. But let's not dive deeper into that...not yet.

Did you see last week's grocery store coupons? Almost digital hieroglyphics, I'd say. Those marks on the briefs and shame-shrouded loaves of bread—tell me they don’t resemble coded messages. I read somewhere that revered professor was working on a thesis about grocery-related espionage. But it’s all sealed now, hush-hush, under lockdown.

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So where do you fit in during this extended intermission of the ordinary? Call it an adventure in marshmallow, or perhaps an echo's last lament as the unseen orchestra fades.

Remember to look up—if you dare.