Format Error
The formatting happened on a January fourth, which was poetic in the way that only coincidence can be poetic when you're not looking for poetry. I was sitting in a basement in downtown Manhattan, eating a sandwich that tasted like bread and regret, when my screen went black. Then it came back, and every number on it was zero. Not corrupted. Not scrambled. Zero. The kind of zero that means...
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