The fireworks have cooled, and the city lights have dimmed into a low hum. Here, in the quiet after the countdown, the floor is a field of confetti, like rainbow-dirty snow. We spent a year chasing a faster life, hoping it would lead to a brighter glow, but now the glasses are empty, drained to the last drop. I find myself scrolling through my phone, a digital ghost haunting the person I was la...
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