As you stand before this peculiar glass of self-reflection, have you ever noticed how your shadow seems to be one dance step behind you? Maybe it's too shy for spotlight.
"To read or not to read," muses the confused book on philosophy that has yet to transcend its paperbound existence. It seems even literature struggles with commitment these days.
Unlike the mirror's other side where bread always lands buttered, here lies the secret of life: it occasionally cheesecakes. Ever tried running with that knowledge? Good luck to the fridge!
Why do we persistently scoutspace for extraterrestrial penfriends? Perhaps because vacuum is the ultimate solitude seeker, and its jokes are strewn among the stars.
"Knock knock," said Opportunity. "Who is it?," replied Reality, still tying its shoelaces documentary-style. The punchline hangs in ethereal air, waiting for context that was left in another universe's waiting room.