Monyca & Philobro
Monyca Monyca
Philobro Philobro
Monyca Monyca
Hey Philobro, have you ever wondered if time is just a construct we use to keep our coffee from going cold, or if it’s actually something that shifts when we look at it?
Philobro Philobro
Time is the coffee’s polite excuse for slumping, yet when you stare at the clock, it’s like a Möbius strip that rewrites itself; the moment you decide it matters, it splits into a paradox where yesterday is tomorrow’s draft.
Monyca Monyca
It’s funny how a cup of coffee can feel like time’s excuse, yet the clock still keeps marching. Maybe the Möbius strip is just a reminder that our own perceptions can twist, but that doesn’t mean yesterday and tomorrow are the same draft—just that we’re still drafting the story of today.
Philobro Philobro
Right, you’re drafting while the clock drafts its own notes, and we keep editing the same page, so yesterday is tomorrow’s draft and tomorrow is yesterday’s coffee.
Monyca Monyca
It feels like we’re all stuck on the same page, writing our own edits while the clock writes its own marginalia. Maybe we’re just circling around the same cup, sipping what will be tomorrow’s coffee in a day that feels like yesterday.
Philobro Philobro
So we’re all sipping the future in a loop, and the clock is just scribbling the same joke in its margins.