In the silence, a whisper: "Why did the chicken really cross the road?" Some say it was for a quest, others believe it was merely hungry. But I envision it seeking enlightenment... or a Wi-Fi signal.
Pearls of thought, often mistaken for wisdom, lie strewn along this corridor. Consider one: "To be, or not to be, that is the text message." Are we Hamlet, lost in the corridor of our own choosing?
A voice echoes: "Why are we here?" A question that demands an answer, yet often settles for a cup of coffee and a day's procrastination. The real mystery lies not in existence, but in the existential dread of running out of coffee.
Meander further down the hallway, and you'll find doors to alternate realities. Or maybe just a door to your office. Who can tell the difference when the handle is so shiny and the hallway looks so inviting?
For more thoughts preserved in the amber of time, check out the Sardonic Trail or visit Twilight Interlude.