Decided to treat myself to a walk through the ciTTTy. Every corner, the stench of decay—needles, vape clouds, and smashed White Claws.

A BBW on a Lime scooter sped by and yelled, “You’re gonna die alone!” Felt seen.

Stopped at a cafe for a $12 vegan muffin. The barista asked if I wanted to “round up for the Climate Reparations Fund.” I nodded yes, even though I knew it wouldn’t save me. Nothing will.

Sat down by the window, stared out at the rain, and whispered: “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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