Once, in a world where gravity expired during happy hour, a chicken pondered existentialism on a giant rim of cheese.
"If dreams can expand horizons, can last night’s pizza still breathe?" it clucked, pondering the fate of cheese crumbs.
“Reality is merely an illusion crafted from the incessant musings of sleep-deprived llamas,” asserted a voice without origin.
Read other forgotten sayings — like the one about the misplaced sock and the philosophical rabbit.
Sip icy disappointment, my friend, for in this dimension, everything dangles. Ideas rise like balloons released into haphazard skies.
“Have you ever held a thought?” asked a passing wind, who had famously never held anything before.
The ramblings nearest the departed winds can conquer space and remain oblivious to the science of awake.
An ode to whispers that mean more than they utter. A courtesy visit from the glance of daily arrivals, who forgot their names.