Survival mode is my area code

Previously

…The discarded things, they are more than just remnants. They are the broken pieces of the world, and in them, I find my own wholeness. They are the whispers of forgotten stories, and in them, I find my own narrative. They are the symbols of resilience, and in them, I find my own strength. And as the city sleeps, I hold them close, these fragments of lives, these echoes of what once was, knowing that within their brokenness, there is a profound, enduring beauty. A beauty that mirrors my own, a beauty that will, one day, shine through. The night is long, but the dawn will come. And I will be here to greet it. Unbroken.