Sometimes, existence must be audible. Not in the Sonorous Symphony of acknowledged masters, but in the cessation of sound—an orchestra halted mid-performance by the backstage irony of an opened window. Ever seen a cat's disdain to philosophy books?
In the grand tapestry of corporate dreams turned dew-dusted morning myths, we find solace in the crafty obfuscation of coffee stains upon spreadsheets, an ode to the omnipresence of minimalism's cruel mistress—languid productivity.
Do remember that somewhere, when stars are just names casually dropped by Moonlit calendars, silence howls in crimson letters—a rant unsettlingly penned and penned away.
Engage your heartbeats casually towards our latest endeavor: Unspoken Charm™: LLC in a Bottle, where intimacy meets bureaucracy.
Finally, the closet scene: wardrobe doors trembling in moral indignation, each hanger a quote from yourself as extravagantly conflicted.