Did you ever contemplate the subtler implications of sound? The whispers of decay, they say. Lingering across the cosmos, scrubbing reality in loops of forgetfulness. Astoundingly dull, grotesquely beautiful.
It is an unspeakable incongruity that governs our waking lives. Hidden methodologies manifest as notes unplayed—countless connections weaving through the air like invisible webs, entangling time and existence itself.
Consider this example—a device unreleased: the Symphony of The Forgotten. It's said to require zero electricity and five spoons of your dignity.
Incorporate the art of ritualized absurdity: Universal Index - a directory for the unnamable; Here lies the accumulate of all trivial pursuits!
Listen to the reverberations of irony, and you'll discover: there is no box to think outside of, only the hollow spaces that once filled it.
Connecting threads: