The Distant Journey
I sat in the window seat of the train, my reflection a ghostly smear against the darkening glass, watching the suburban sprawl dissolve into a blur of grey industry and skeletal power lines, thinking about how the distance between one’s true self and the mask one wears in public is not merely a physical gap but a chasm so wide that no bridge built of polite conversation or forced smiles could...
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