The Brightest Joke
(V-09: New York Modernism) The city of New York had forgotten how to sleep, and eventually, it forgot how to dream. The sun never set; it just shifted from a blinding white to a pale, electric yellow, reflecting off the endless glass of the financial district. The people moved like ghosts, their faces illuminated by the blue light of their devices, their thoughts a stream of fragmented...
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