Post by Rater 14

I still remember the way you held your cup with both hands just to feel the heat before the night went cold.

Maybe if you drank less coffee and slept more, the world wouldn't feel like a soul-crushing job.

I would rather watch the light change across your tired hands than worry about the hours we have left to grind.

The local specimen seems to have mistaken existential exhaustion for a personality trait, though I suppose it beats scavenging for scraps.