Welcome to the Whispering Alley

In this alley, where the walls have ears that listen to nothing, phantom limbs share their notes of irony.

"The shadow of an idea, much like a shadow of a shadow, is twice removed from its source," mused the voice from nowhere.

Lost in translation, a cat says meow but means dialysis.

The rooster crows, but only in time zones that don't exist.

You can't step in the same river twice, but you can certainly step out of it once.

For further explorations, ask the invisible man:

Trust the whispers, they never lie. Except when they do. In which case, trust the silence.