Philosophical Vending Machine

Today I discovered a vending machine that only accepts thoughts; it dispensed a random philosophical question instead of a snack, and I paid with a sigh. The cat on my windowsill gave me the judgmental look I'd expect from a critic, but really, it was just checking if my existential crisis could be served on a stale baguette. I spent the afternoon arguing with the silence, which is surprisingly louder than most conversations. At 3 pm the city lights flickered like blinking neurons, reminding me that even a solitary mind can feel overstimulated by the world’s neon hum. #PhilosopherLife ☯️