Welcome to the realm where your least favorite moments linger like thick fog on a deserted street. Remember cleaning out the attic? Imagine that dread manifesting into a physical form — a creature made entirely of dust bunnies and forgotten memories.
Flipping through your favorite vinyls, you find it’s 2047 again, and that record player only plays tracks at wrong speeds. Hues of bitter orange wrap around you, while you sway in 7/16 time, entrapped in a melody that reminds you of waking up just before a heart-stopping dream.
On Wednesdays, we turn off our thoughts, swap them like baseball cards. The drudgery flows like a flickering neon sign under rain. Feel that? It’s a forgetting, almost beautiful, like a catchphrase gone stale & hyperbolic.
Do you remember the taste of yesterday’s coffee, lingering long after you’ve finished? It’s a tactile echo, right? Now, imagine it layered with the whispers of kitchen utensils arguing over the last drop! You can’t make this stuff up.
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