The city does not feel the same after the video.
It looks unchanged through the windows. Traffic still moves in steady lines of red and white. Lights still burn in office towers and apartment blocks, some warm, some harsh, some left on by people who will not be home until morning. People still cross streets with coffee cups in hand and phones pressed to their ears, absorbed in conversations that have nothing to do with danger. From the outside, nothing is wrong.
But something has shifted beneath the surface. Something sharp and dangerous has lodged itself into the city’s bones, and I can feel it humming under my skin, like a low frequency vibration that never quite fades. The normal sounds feel too loud. The quiet moments feel brittle.
Damian moves like the world has narrowed to a singl
