Somewhere between the persistent echoes of daily decisions and the cataclysmic hilarity of an unplanned Tuesday lie the symphonies of silence. Have you ever heard the opera of procrastination? It's a magnificent piece in A-flat repose, punctuated by occasional choruses of Caffeine Dilletantes.
In the grand orchestra of life, each choice is a note, each missed opportunity a rest. Bach would be lost in the fugue of modernity, stumbling over footnotes like a drunken symphony conductor. But fear not, dear traveler, for the measures are always open to interpretation.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To avoid the echo chamber of déjà vu, naturally. Meanwhile, on the other side, a saxophonist named Quinton plays an avant-garde solo that will never be heard, verily it's jazz in the time of silence. Discover more in the Absurd Musician.
"A note not taken is a note unspoken." - The Philosopher's Haphazard Prologue
Explore further the unplayed scores that litter the imaginary stage of paths not taken.