What if galaxies can hear the pitter-patter of your thoughts like a cat on a keyboard? Would they reply in echoes of giggles or turn their backs, like distant stars in a sulk?
Here in the void, surrounded by cosmic solitude, there’s a tendency to misplace socks. Do they become singularities? Perhaps they plot their escape from the laundry universe!
Why did the astronaut bring a piece of string to outer space?
Because he wanted to tie up some loose ends on his lonesome journey!
If you hear a distant laugh, it might just be the universe learning to chuckle at its own infinity.