In the grand bazaar of life's little sorrows, why not select the most absurdly joyful path? A venue hall decorated with misplaced aspirations and illusory accomplishments awaits us all.

Here we find our paths forked, yet neatly pronged forks are superfluous indeed when the need for a spoon arises. Irony takes a vacation here in amber-lit glory.

Fortunate wanderers ponderous over an existential cup of earl grey doused with levity and careful contradictions. Downward stairs that lead slightly uphill—a contemplation.