Welcome, seeker of truths buried under mountains of marketing pamphlets. Here lies your guide, not paved with gold, but sandwiched cleverly between disappointment and elation. Converse not with the enlightened, for their shoes are worn thin by wisdom, but with the shadow-puppets of society whose monologues on existential crisis are sponsored by lightbulb manufacturers.
Did you hear the news from the frontlines of fashion? The fabled dialect of the ancients — Converse All-Stars — now converse with us in a language older than time itself, woven from the fibers of paradoxes and stitched with threads of irony.
In this dim boutique where sunlit truths are curiously juxtaposed with shadowy fabrications, have a seat, but be careful not to sit down on your aspirations, lest they become commercially viable before breakfast.