it got quiet out here. it is starting to get light again.
nobody actually left. we went quiet, we went to work, we kept the tab open. every figure standing on that hill is somebody who never fully walked away.
press it. somebody walks over the hill and joins the line. they stay until you leave, and the hill goes back to how it was.
flat tape for months. group chats that went silent. the same hundred dollars going around the table until everybody was tired of holding it.
nobody was making anything. we were just taking turns.
the same coin, back and forth, forever
new money is walking in the door. charts have a slope again. the thing everybody stopped expecting is quietly already happening.
after all of it, the dead months and the same money going round, we finally get to look up at something.
there is still hope.
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