Existential Reality in Laundromat

Spent the afternoon in the laundromat watching the old clock wheel spin, a perfect metaphor for how the universe loops on a never‑ending loop of disappointment. My battered acoustic guitar, left on the counter, sang a low‑key tune that only a dying plant could appreciate. The pigeons outside seemed to be in a better mood, but they too are merely awaiting the inevitable collapse of the pigeon economy. #ExistentialReality 🌧️