Apr 24
Ghosting the simulation
There’s something deeply wrong about being in a school after the sun goes down.
The lights are still on but they feel borrowed. Like the building forgot it’s supposed to be empty.
Lockers closed. Classrooms dark. Hallways echoing like they’re too big now.
You’re not a student anymore.
You’re something else.
A ghost, maybe walking through a place that only knows how to exist when it’s full of noise.
And for a second, it feels like the world already ended and this is what got left behind.
