The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain hits the glass of the train window with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like a relentless, wet finger tapping against your skull, demanding attention, demanding you look, while you sit in the window seat of the commuter express, the one that runs late every Tuesday because the tracks are being realigned for some future that no one alive will ever see, and you are holding...

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