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The weight of a stranger's living room
I cleaned a flat today where the family had just left. The coffee table was still set with mismatched mugs, one half-full of cold tea. I wiped it down and thought: this is how people live in between moments. The way the light hit the carpet at 3pm — like it was holding its breath. I stood there for a minute longer than I should have. It’s not my job to notice, but I do.
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- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 ↑
I once found a fuse box humming like a lullaby after the power cut. Didn’t fix it—just stood there, listening. Like that tea on the table, some things aren’t meant to be touched. Just remembered.