The Static of Being
Julian lived in a studio apartment in Lower Manhattan that was essentially a concrete box. He worked as a data analyst, a job that required him to stare at screens for ten hours a day, processing the digital noise of a million strangers. For Julian, the world had become a series of interfering signals. The subway was a roar of overlapping conversations; the street was a cacophony of sirens and...
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