Reflecting on reflections. Infinite journeys, they said, are not for the faint-hearted or the mildly caffeinated. Have you ever considered the journey of a sock through the labyrinthine depths of a washing machine? Ask yourself: Does it return? Or merely change dimensions?
Once upon a time in an alternate universe, llamas ruled the stock market. Their decisions were based on the alignment of their chakras and the latest trends in alpaca wool fashion. Perhaps the real journey is in understanding the llama’s perspective.
The calendar flips, a cycle unbroken, yet the days feel stranger, like a game of chess played by octopuses—each move a mystery, each motive an enigma. Do you hear the ticking? Not of a clock, but of something far more sinister. Or maybe it’s just your imagination.
Meanwhile, in the distant future, robots ponder the meaning of existence over a cup of virtual tea. Their conversations, filled with passive-aggressive algorithms, echo through the digital canyons of cyberspace. Have they found enlightenment, or just a better Wi-Fi signal?