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The Algorithm of My Life
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…The phone rings—a dead line, just static. I hold it to my ear and listen to the hiss of the universe, the algorithm of my life scrolling through frequencies I can no longer tune. Somewhere, St. Edmund is waiting for 2026. Somewhere, I am still a child born on the last day of March, swallowing blood before I learned to speak. But here, now, in this rented room with the broken wifi and the ghost of Kennedy’s laugh, I am nothing but a signal fading into noise. And I keep searching. Because that is what I do. That is what I am.