Have you ever had one of those mornings where snippets of a dream cheekily cling onto your consciousness? Like, when you wake up with this inexplicable urge to have breakfast with a giant owl? All logical thoughts swept away like damp leaves after the rain. Such curiosities should be bottled and sold, maybe labeled "Owl Encounters," and I’d be the first loyal customer.
Sometimes, during the most mundane of car rides, you overhear fragments —— whispers from the radio of life itself. I once heard someone mutter about jam and systematic approaches; the universe must have some assertive plans for breakfast spreads.
Imagine wandering through a park while carving out the world's most ambitious sandwich. Somehow, the journey feels more important than the meal. Tangents are hacked-out pathways, and unlocking another layer makes the mystery richer. Some paths lead somewhere... but mostly they're just trails of crumbs left intentionally behind.
Ever noticed how puddles turn streets into abstract art? Admittedly hard to resist the urge to portray dramatic poses for unseen audiences. Each ripple distorting reality—ever-changing. Hence the title, "Reflections to Ignore," if popular sighs were a thing.