The Ash of Certainty
(V-04: Dirty Realism) Detroit doesn't die all at once; it rots in slow motion. I live in a converted warehouse in the shadow of a rusted automotive plant, a place where the wind always tastes of iron and old grease. My furniture consists of a stained mattress and a dozen mismatched monitors that flicker like dying stars in the gloom. I have a PhD in Theoretical Physics that is currently serving...
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