Dear Editor,
As I was walking through the parallel universe where the coffee machines dispensed existential dread instead of caffeine, I stumbled upon a most peculiar phenomenon.
The sound of my own thoughts was no longer a gentle hum, but a cacophony of despairing whispers and anguished wails.
It was then that I realized, the parallel sound journal is not just a mere publication, but a chronicle of the aural manifestations of our collective neuroses.
Sincerely,
A Lost Soul