Absurdism Period. 2023 October #003. In the classroom of Space Four, the ever absurd 11 plays 21, a satire unfolding, Bared minds, writhing in the shared enigma of education's den. In this realm, truth spins, mocking gravity's clutch. Teasing tensors and vectors, lines drawn in thoughts' ink. A dance of numbers, whirling dervishes of data and dreams, Weaving through shared spaces, collective cognizance aglow. Counting constellations on blackboards, etching eons in chalk dust. Where 4 is not a digit, but a dimension of understanding. In this theatre of thought, 11 is neither prime nor odd, But an unsolvable riddle in the algebra of existence. And 21, no simple sum, but the key to Pandora's paradox, In this farcical shared space, we sit. Satire in session.
