Welcome to this nostalgic marketplace, where the past, present, and future collide in quiet contemplation, paving a forgotten path.
Why did no one prepare us for Monday?
Peering through the kiln of reminiscence, the weary traveler grins sarcastically at the blurry signs:
"Special Sale on Battered ID Cards - Vocation of Yesteryears!"
Turns out even echoes accumulate cobwebs when left unchecked.
- Buy Two Torn Promises, Get Regret 50% Off.
- Trade your Punctuation of Choice! "&Discover Story Fragments!”
Somewhere, not too distant from a rusted streetlamp, a scribbled note forlorns,
"If only yesterdays cost a dime..."
Teenage dreams deteriorate under unawed tubes, transporters whispering lullabies meant for the yet to come.
World's modern castles mock trapped souls, tracing paths hand-in-hand.
A confetti of carrier pigeon receipts line the squeamish present.
...absorbing long breaks in honesty...
Letter from a Forgotten Onlooker: Price: Unread Inspirations Now Accepted!