Image: Max Nitrofoska
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Fragment 2:
The street noise drifted up to the window like vintage interference. She didn't mind it. It was the only proof that the outside world existed. The inside, by contrast, felt unreal to her, as if her body were made of dead pixels.
There were days when she couldn't even feel her own weight. She would lean against the wall with her eyes shut, letting time fray. She didn't dwell on the past. She didn't make plans either. Her life was an extended pause. She thought that if she stayed still long enough, someone would eventually come to turn her off.
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