"I Died Yesterday"
The blue light of the laptop screen was the only thing illuminating the room, casting long shadows that clung to the corners like old doubts. He scrolled through an endless feed of algorithmic sludge: vacant smiles selling products he didn’t need, recycled outrage over issues he couldn’t fix, and shallow promises of liberation that looked suspiciously like a subscription fee. It was a river of noise, and he had been drowning in it for years. With a quiet click, he closed the laptop, plunging the room into a heavy, waiting darkness. He was in his early twenties, and the silence that followed felt more honest than anything the screen had to offer. Where to even begin? ...