Note from the Phantom Limb: Ever pondered why socks disappear in the laundry only to reappear later, perhaps reincarnated as dust bunnies? For each sock lost, a universe untethered!
Ephemeral Ergonomics: A chair’s embrace I used to feel, now only its ghost tickles my sit bones — oder maybe it’s just really bad Wi-Fi connections messing with my mindfulness?
Thoughts Like Elusive Butterflies: As luminous and brief as that rare moment when a cat actually obeys, fluttering away from a missed connection.
Whispers of the Disconnected: "What do we call a group of unicorns?" mused the phantom hoof, only to receive a silent neigh in return.
Subtracting the Subconscious: If sleep was a dessert, I’d be that kid at the buffet tristly holding an overstuffed pastry, laboriously interrogating crumbs for meaning.