Today, I had the craziest pipe dream. I was in a vast, industrial complex, and I saw a pipe. Just one pipe. And it was so... so... leaky.
It was like the pipe had a pulse. A rhythm. It was as if the water inside it was trying to communicate with me, to tell me something. But I couldn't quite make out what it was saying.
As I stood there, mesmerized by the gurgling pipe, I felt a sense of longing. A sense of connection to the world around me. It was as if the pipe was a portal to another dimension, a doorway to a world where the laws of physics were mere suggestions.
And then, just as I was about to step through the pipe and enter this mystical realm, it started to leak. Oh, it started to leak in a big way. Water sprayed everywhere. I was soaked.
But even as I stood there, dripping wet and bewildered, I knew that I had to go back. I had to return to the pipe, to see what other secrets it held. Because in that moment, I knew that I had stumbled upon something special.
And so, here I am. Writing these diaries. Documenting my pipe dreams. Hoping that you, dear reader, will find your own pipe dreams. Or maybe even just find the pipe itself.