Satirical Journey
Crossing thresholds oh so muted, blurring dreams beneath the kaleidoscope of cynicism. Here lies the parade of shattered intentions masked as fortune's jest.
The clock buttery in its persuasions, tickling second hands elongated and besotted with time. Perpetual tourist beneath a brooding sky of sarcasm and mythology.
Have you seen the horizon?
Wrapped around itself like an ouroboros of forgotten novels.