life

  • Neon Nights and Hollow Eyes

    From degeneracy to remembrance at 3am I walked into the casino at 2:47am. The lights were harsh. The faces harsher. People hunched over slot machines, glassy-eyed and expressionless. Chips clinked, buttons clicked, cards flipped. And yet—no one looked alive. They weren’t playing to win. They were playing not to feel empty. Outside, men were collapsed

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