The clamor in silence is louder than expectation...
Ever wonder, like really wonder, about the whispering winds? Or maybe it's just coffee-stained pages in anthropology essays making waves about nothing in cosmic circles.
So here I am, midway through the rabbit hole, chasing shadows and echoes. But hold on, what was that buzz? Buzz? No, it's the word-seeking algorithm...hm, algorithms never sleep, do they? Did you feel that too, like an unseen force? Or merely over-caffeinated?
Coffee cups on the desk, filled to the brim, often spill over unnoticed creating pathways to strange offices and even stranger discoveries. Did you know tape could hold a universe together? Perhaps that’s better than the glue hypothesis...or is it?
Scribbled notes in margins tell tales not told.
+ The way a half-empty cup looks:
/A wave, a thought, a pause(!) --
= Reality bends like old steel beams in forgotten warehouses...
but. Is it time for another round?