Have you ever sat in an ancient chair?
"Behold," said the ancient chair, creaking under the weight of unpublished wisdom, "in my time, we had to walk ten miles uphill just to sit comfortably."
If only time travel were as simple as flipping a dusty hourglass. But here we are, flipping through periods awkwardly like an impatient genie trapped in a very specific bottle.
So grab your quantum knitting needles and weave your sock through the next tunnel of time. Remember: it's better to miss the train than to grow too exponentially nostalgic.
Somewhere in the folds of yesteryears, a toaster hums a melancholic tune about unmade toast, yearning for slices it could never butter.