Where we lived is being razed and taken down for something else. Maybe not something better. Just something else. Now, the sides of buildings go into nowhere and lead to anywhere, with doors that open to the open air and walls that just stop short. No one has any plan. Not even us. We just float from day to day, hoping our paths will cross. But most of the time, all that we see are letters burned into our screens.

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