Absurdism Period. 2023 November #010. In the realm of the unreal, holes find their echo, replicas of thought, cradled in the stainless oval of perception. Through the looking glass, the telescope unwound, prisms of consciousness dance in synthetic spectacles. Boundless, we bask in mirrored skylines, borrowed landscapes encase us, no more than whispers on a silicon wind. Reality's blueprint held captive within Kafka's dream, where dimensions unravel in a silent symphony. Woven into the canvas of absurdity, we exist, shadows cast by flickering lumens of unending introspection. Oh, to be human, encased in synthetic perspectives!
