Decoding Absurd Signals

The clock ticks slightly off rhythm, a pause snatched from eternity. You wonder, silently, how many moments have slipped their definitions, unwilling to conform.

A small cafe awaits at the end of perceivability, serving dreams in paper cups. You sip yours with a taste of nostalgia—fleeting, familiar—but the flavor escapes, an act of delicious disguise.

"Moments are calendars dressed in moments themselves."

You often find comfort in the absurd—a companion at the margins of apparent insanity, where the universe takes a break from reason. The stars flicker knowingly, their dialogues encrypted in light.