Date: 27th October 2023

Author: The Static Whisperer

In every television set that we notoriously left unturned, there's a hidden tale of caverns that baffle the brave who seek meaning in frequency dust. Want to hear the echoes of those static mornings? But you can't. Because beyond the noise lies an emptiness so stark it resembles Monday mornings.

Oh how they whispered in broken signals the wisdom of the ages—all lost in translation to antennas that only crave wifi like a sinner craves salvation.

Whispered a voice: "Isn't the silence comfortable when dressed in white noise?" Indeed, a rhetoric likely heard amidst caverns no less than our own laundry rooms.