"In the forgotten loop of yesterday's headlines..."
The grocery aisle of existential crises is always open, stocked with ironic observations on sale for two-for-one. Remember that time your aspirations bloomed only to wilt under the fluorescent lights of reality? It’s a best-selling tragedy.
Here, amidst the synthetic roses, we find the noise, beneficial if fatalistic. Those whispered secrets of contentment, laced with the poison of perfectionism, echo down our self-imposed corridors. Have a listen, if you dare.
Oh, and don't forget to check our lost thoughts, currently operational in the universe's clearance section.
Feel free to take a sip of the irony-laden beverage, a concoction brewed from the leaves of hope and the bitters of time. It’s better when misunderstood.