They built a fire under the overpass. I felt warm.
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Date: November 8th, 2024 10:48 PM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (G. Hoy’s Floor 24 ‘Truth’—No Great Becumming, Only Gravity :()
On my walk home, I saw it—flames flickering beneath the highway, shadows of people huddled close. A makeshift community, sharing warmth in the cold Seattle night.
A man called out, “Got a dollar, NIGGA?” I didn’t. I just shook my head and kept walking. But part of me wanted to stay, to sit by the fire and feel something real, even for a moment.
The city isn’t collapsing. It’s adapting to its own decay.
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