Patterns in the Funhouse
Imagine, if you would, a hall of mirrors that's a little too honest. A spotlight on quirks, a funhouse of truths:
"I blink, and suddenly, there I am. Taller, shorter, sipping life's lemonade with a twist of lime."
"Colorful reflections in every direction, whispering secrets like an overcaffeinated jester."
"Is it really me? Or just yesterday's newsprint reflecting tomorrow's horoscope?"
Don't we all live in caricatures, winking at destiny's antics? Step out, step in – rinse, repeat.