Ever eavesdropped on a conversation between a juggler and a cloud? Welcome to the crossroads where dreams dissolve into the whimsical.
"I'm telling you, if pigeons had WiFi, we'd all be in trouble."
"Yesterday, my coat argued with a lamppost over existentialism."
"But why is the sky made of blueberry jam today?"
"The toaster revolted; apparently, it's on a crust-free diet."