In the great tapestry of life, we often weave the wrong threads. The colors fade into insignificance, murmuring tales of black coffee and unreturned library books.
A society where the clocks do not tick, an unyielding resistance to the inevitable. They say the fish whisper secrets, but we drown in their silence.
Here lies ambition: buried under layers of procrastination and dust-covered dreams, where echoes of "I should have" float like balloons untethered from a child’s grasp.
Conversations in the marketplace; ripples of irony spill from the cups of chai, and the naked elephants dance on the brink of relevant absurdity.