Sitting quietly, one might hear the faintest echoes of yesterday's mistakes. Some say they're just the wind, others claim they are unpaid bills.
"Boo!" said William Shakespeare as he chased a phantom around the Globe Theatre, demanding a sonnet.
Ever wonder why your fridge hums? Some speculate it's the echo of last summer's joy, others say it's just compressors needing therapy.
A fridge was once haunted by the ghost of its expired yogurt; it demanded to be remembered, but all its friends were pickles.
In a world full of echoes, remember: every laugh and misstep reverberates, but thankfully so does every pause for comedic effect.
"Echoes are just boomerangs without plans," noted a philosopher as he dodged a returning sound wave.