containing a list of names—people he’d promised to stay in touch with, most of whom were now just ghosts in his contact list.

The archive wasn't just data; it was a snapshot of a version of himself that no longer existed. On 12.11.2022, he had been afraid of the future. Looking at the files now, he realized the future he feared had already happened, and he had survived it. He closed the laptop, leaving the files unzipped, no longer locked away in a compressed silence.

of a city skyline he no longer lived in, captured in the blue hour of a November evening.