Step carefully. The floor is especially treacherous when the light shifts just so. Isn't it odd how even pondering an umbrella in the shower brings a certain cosmic clarity? Somewhere amidst this translucent fog, the kettle hums an ancient tune. This tune, however, forgot its lyrics long before the kettle ever knew them.
Narratives... They start like jotting random observations on a notepad and then tread their peculiar paths to oblivion. The kettle again, interrupting with high-pitched convictions. Listen closer and you'll discern whispers about forgotten memories of things you've never actually lost. It's suspicious but also liberating in an entrepreneurial kind of way. Who might ever need a guide for wandering thoughts between reality and fiction? Certainly not you.
Oh, the whimsies of leisure. Ever tried making sense of fried rice? Or why a quantum cat would prefer not to dance? Often, the universe expands with new flavors on its tangled palate.
wanderings | cogs of time