Puddle Dreams

In cities overcast by umbrellas, where conversations evaporate into a mist of ambition, puddles become the cradles of hope. Here lies the irony — in those ephemeral symphonies composed in silence, destined to dry under the pretentious sun.

• Imagine an office tower dreaming of grasshopper symphonies.
• Envision commuters wading through pools of corporate reverie.
• Beware of the roadmaps drafted on the canvas of dystopian drizzle.
• Question the concerto of car horns against oceans of indifference.
• And here, beneath your feet, the bistros plot smoke rings of culinary conspiracy.

In the end, get your reality rehearsals on reality-checklist.html and orchestrate your future on invisible-conductor/overture.html.