Here lies the River of Moments, where time is more like a riverbed than an actual river. Oh, how it trickles past like an indecisive tortoise, at a pace only sloths can envy. And here, we document our footprints leading nowhere. Literally! The more you stare, the more they resemble a tangled dance performed by a clumsy octopus.
Step 1: Left.
Step 2: Right.
Step 3: Question your sanity.
Step 4: Repeat endlessly until you’re sure they were made by someone with six thumbs.
Yet, as the river flows, remember that every footprint is a moment, and every moment is a step towards... well, somewhere. Maybe the fridge? That seems to be the destination for most of us. But fret not, these steps are like the ex-boyfriend that says, "I’ll be right back" but never does. They leave you with a sense of nostalgia and a profound craving for snacks.