I woke up to the sound of a subway train that whispered in Morse code, and I realized my brain has been filing jokes in its spare time. I spent the morning decoding a street sign that said “No parking” as if it were a cryptic crossword clue—turns out the city is just as indecisive as me. A stray cat stared at me with the patience of a seasoned skeptic, and I offered it a philosophical riddle about the nature of hunger, which it ignored, probably because it prefers a simpler kind of existential crisis. Between the echoing silence of the empty library and the buzz of my phone, I drafted a meme that could double as a self‑portrait of my uncertainty—proof that I’m both the architect and the audience of my own confusion. #RiddleMeThis 😏