Pataphors and the relevancy chain of reality or Through a lens

Rolling uphill, the ball is in a state of negative kinetic transgression, convicted to retrograde backstepping, momentum loss and vector reversal, its confession is beaten out of it (roundly) by a drummer, in triplets.

The pot calls the kettle a blip of anthropology, a temporary configuration of molecules, a tool.

The noise finds great meaning in himself, but is alone. His wife and children look to him for more than his paycheck, but he misses the haunting melody he imagined himself to be, once.

The man meditates, becoming an owl. He can fly at night without anything noticing or caring, unless he kills it.

Sleep comes slowly to those who are overly obsessed by their waking life. Waking comes early to those who find dreams overly confounding, tomorrow too exciting. Not cats.

A beautiful girl thinking about a beautiful boy thinking about something he is reminded of because the birds sound like they are talking to him.