There was a small dream the night before. I was on a strange block with ongoing houses. I tried to write my feelings down in my journal, on being alone at that moment, staring into the emptiness of the night under what seemed to be the beginning of sunset and the softening of the day’s humidity. But then, I saw a darkness at the end of the block, so immense and infinite that it overwhelmed me. I went inside my house, almost thinking it was a sanctuary. I found you organizing clothes and unpacking, and you started telling me about your high school days, and my thoughts moved to how different your experience was compared to mine.

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