Welcome, seeker of the redundant. You stand at the twilight of obscure revelations.
Did you know the pigeons have been conspiring against the crows about the city’s bread distribution? Yes, the crumbs have never been the same since 1824, each particle meticulously accounted for in their elaborate ledgers, written in dawn's first light.
Our experts reveal that the breaths taken between heartbeats are, in fact, just pauses in a cosmic dance-off quite oblivious to our human concerns—eluding math with every pirouette.
Engage with the physics of absurdity.