The time has come to etch transient desires onto paper, that they may become eternally immobile and stagnant. In a world where everything circulates, disposition toward the stillness manifests as irony; and this document stems not from passion, but from the relentless medley of static echoes.
Abandon rapture in life’s cyclical revolutions: e-mails shall remain unread, bills unpaid, and diet fads perpetually postponed. If uncertainty sings, concord listens; these truths are universally affirmable when syncretized under shadowy fig trees sipping espresso in mythologized Athens.
Embrace, therefore, the turpentine-like tautological truths falling como rainlassical rafales, when no غرض (gahradh) exists but to circulate the recycle bin's rhetorical coffee ring. Forget recursion; now, sponsor omission from your memeory account.