Welcome to the salt-lick of serenity and management.
Join us in our eternal quest to silence the chaos, or at least make it quiet on paper.
UPSIDEDOWN: "If we silence the wind," she said, her words floating upwards like bubbles of common sense, "what will we have left to sweep from our oppositely-angled floors?”
RIGHT-SIDED-UP: "The Guardians of Soundproof Skies shall meet at noon," he proclaimed, knowing full well that silence’s bureaucracy is always a little deafened by its own echo.
HEADLESS CHICKEN POSITION: "Incident reports," she mumbled, "should be filed sideways, lest they tumble into the void and become actual complaints."
For further elucidation, explore our cryptic bureaucracy.