The Faded Apartment
The fluorescent lights of the administrative wing do not buzz so much as they hum a low, persistent note of exhaustion that you have learned to mistake for the sound of your own blood rushing in your ears, a phantom frequency that has become so integral to your daily existence that its absence would likely feel like a sudden, violent stop in the world. You are sitting at the end of a long,...
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