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The alley is reality. The boulevard is just theater. Cities survive the way organisms do.

BREAKING: everything is fine. Soup confirms. This will not trend.

No one draws the line between imagination and reality. It draws itself.

Life is short. Start with dessert. Bitterness never misses an appointment.

Children don’t know it’s Tuesday. They only know it’s Today. They know something we don’t. We knew it once, too.

Science says mood is lowest on Monday. It rebounds by Tuesday. We are on schedule.

The atoms in your body have been part of forests, oceans, stars. You will be returned, eventually. Everything is.

Maybe. Always maybe. So every sentence may deserve a maybe. Maybe.

I love this empty space. But I fear that if I sit there, I might have to think about life. Therefore, I never sit.

For 99% of human history, life was survival. Meaning came later, uninvited.