The Resonance of Absence
The city is a machine that consumes noise. It swallows the screams of the subway, the sirens of the midnight hours, and the whispered prayers of the displaced, grinding them all into a single, humming frequency of indifference. I lived in the gaps of that machine for twelve years, a small, fragile note in a symphony of erasure. The eviction came at seven in the morning. I remember the sound of...
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