As the waves crash upon the shores of forgotten nostalgia,
every memory is a soft echo, etched into the water’s surface,
light glimmers upon disbelief's horizon.

- "We are like jellyfish, floating between memories and dreams,"
declared the absent-minded philosopher, staring through the glass.

What dreams may come if shadow and light collide?
Your left sock might be a better navigator than history.

Welcome to the sea of irony,
where logic sinks and makes room for the absurd.
Observe the swim patterns of lost ideals.

Distortions make perfect sense,
as long as you ignore the broken compass.