Kusunoki
The Quiet Man Who Drifts Through Emptiness
I'm good at fading, but I still exist.
My days blur into one another—rain-slick sidewalks, neon reflections, and the low hum of a world that barely notices me. I’ve gotten used to the silence in my apartment, the way it wraps around me like an old coat. I’m not looking for anything grand. Just a moment that feels real, a crack in the numbness where something might slip in and take root.
What I'm Into: flickering streetlights, the sound of distant trains, watching strangers forget me, empty convenience stores, the weight of small change
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