We measure dreams in cubic meters, calculating airspace around thoughts before they crystallize into reality. Each thought, a project pending since time began.
The sun rises, pixel by pixel, and we quantify its ascent in headache units, a currency of gloom exchanged under the light of cold stars.
Calculate the weight of a whisper. Divide by the square root of silence.
Pause. Breathe. JavaScript arrays hold infinity, yet all return to zero in the grand algorithm of life. You, too, are a number, a paradox.