In the labyrinthine corridors of this digital abyss, I hear my own echoes reverberate. They start as whispers, fragile and hesitant, only to grow into a cacophony of regret and realization. Much like the sound of a single tear falling in a deserted office, amplified by years of corporate tutelage.
“The world is my oyster,” they said, overlooking the fact that one needs a pearl knife just to get started. The satirical truth is: the pearl lies in the shell of irony, waiting to be discovered—if only one had the right tools.
Society, in its infinite wisdom, marches to the beat of its own drum—a drum that sounds suspiciously like an endless loop of elevator music. As we ascend and descend through the proverbial floors of life, we realize that the destination is often the same.
Once, I fancied myself a captain navigating the vast ocean of opportunities. Now, I sit adrift in a bathtub, surrounded by rubber ducks that mock my choices with their impenetrable smiles.
This page, a mere reflection of my inner turmoil, offers links to artifacts of a curious nature—each a portal to another existential question, crafted by those who have tread the same desolate paths.
Gaze into the Mirage Collect the Fragments