A gust of wind whispers, unplug your life, find solace in the crevices of chaos, for the last avocado toast has been cut, irreparable! Sublime emptiness amidst existential dread.
Coffee-cup reflections, spirituality dripped across worn-tables— please, spare us your motivational algorithms! We pave the roads in deconstructed couch cushions, baking our dreams into the hollow echoes of an empty fridge.