Errant Notes from the Pathways

Overheard in the abyss... "How does a pebble know it's not a...star?" "Once more unto the labyrinth, oh the curious cat was the architect.” "The muse switched trains at Platform 9¾—everyone missed their appointment with destiny." "Birdhouse on the fourth floor, turning ideas into symphonies on a Tuesday." Flipping through fogbound pages of lost dreams, masquerade at the quantum bazaar where memory is bought and sold. "Something about shadows," sighed the restless specter, "who counts them on a rainy afternoon?” Fish whispers down alleyways—loud proclamations under quiet stars.