If I had a dime for every time the universe nudged me, I'd have
precisely 3.14159 dimes. Or maybe it's a conspiracy against
my coffee budget? This orb transit thing better come with
premium beans and a strong Wi-Fi signal.
As I float through the orbital currents, I ponder:
why do they call it "space bar" when it has nothing to do with
inter galactic pubs? Perhaps a keyboard's way of reminding
us that even stars need a break sometimes...
Remember, dear traveler, the stars twinkle not out of habitude
but to mock your tangled headphones down here on Earth.
Infinite jest, or just infinite desk space and unfulfilled
aspirations?
Next on the transit schedule: Coffee Constellations
Coming soon: Keyboard Cabaret