Absurdism Period. 2023 November #007. In the pulsating fragments of a fly's wing, a reckless dance in the chromatic absurdity - we leap! Soaring, diving, submerging into a sea of colors unimagined. And ah, behold the floating bartender—part phantom, part sage. His wisdom distilled in a cocktail shaker of cosmic proportions. Tablecloth of existence, a seamless tapestry of non-sequiturs - where is your edge? Where do you begin, where do you end? Wading through the soup of simultaneity, we taste the bitter-sweet paradoxes of being, of knowing, of questioning. Life is but a neon-infused Dali painting. The logic defying surrealism, the distorted mirrors of reality reflect only chaos and confusion. Yet, in this beautiful pandemonium, we find ourselves. We exist, we persist - or do we merely coexist with our own absurdity?
