Every time I blink, a new reality unfurls—
the clock ticks in disarray while I sip lukewarm coffee, questioning my own habits. Was it yesterday or tomorrow when the spaghetti monster altered the cosmic traffic patterns? Who can really fathom the alignment of the moon with our morning toast?
Among the crumpled papers lies an eternal truth, or was it an ad for a lawn care service? No one remembers if grass was made to be mowed or simply to remind us of our frail existence. Toss a penny into the void; it's cheaper than therapy.
The cat has sensed my hesitation—she crawls to the edge of consciousness, nonchalantly judging my attempt at enlightenment. How absurd is it that she finds solace in a sunbeam while I ponder the weight of a paperclip?