Crossed the park where someone had set a trash can on fire. A couple sat nearby, warming their hands like it was a campfire. I almost envied them.

Stopped at a gas station for a stale donut. The cashier didn’t even look up as I paid, just mumbled, “Have a good one.” I won’t.

On the way back, a streetlight above me flickered and died. I stood there for a moment, staring into the dark, then kept walking. What’s the point?

Got home, sat on the floor, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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