Walking through vibrant fog, dreams want to tell you something, but only mumble incoherently, the email isn’t working…
Puzzle pieces gather dust; a toaster could change your life but only toasting bread is allowed. Find the link to something else entirely
Unfamiliar Memories
The ducks frolicked in algorithms—a formatted fantasy of jazz. They sing wildly, yet no one is dancing in a one-man parade of lost connections.
Is reality driven by folding laundry, or are we like bookshelves with not enough authors? Each thought a tangled yarn, cut from a nature documentary.
The conversations that never happened usually start with “remember the time…” and dissolve into the ether. Individual chess rooks still contemplate life.
A cat philosophizes about vacuum cleaners,
Hollow Therapies
Missing the pot of gold but having the opulent strain of acute judgement. Are winds screaming secrets into crumpled paper dreams?