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Grainy, amber streetlamps bleeding through a car window.

Watching it now feels like trespassing. The person in the video is a stranger wearing your old coat. They don't know what happens in February. They don't know that this specific Monday night—random and unremarkable—would eventually become the only way to hear that specific laugh again. 2022 01 17 23 18 09 mp4

It sits between a photo of a lukewarm latte and a blurry screenshot of a map. It is eleven seconds of shaky, low-light footage that the cloud forgot to prune. Grainy, amber streetlamps bleeding through a car window

The rhythmic thrum of tires on wet asphalt and a half-finished sentence. They don't know what happens in February

A side profile, illuminated by the blue glow of a phone screen, quickly looking away. The Memory

If you can tell me (a person, a landscape, or a pet), I can write a more specific story or poem for you.