< the skull

THE HEAT
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2026-04-26

In that heat, even the smallest gesture felt like an offense. To
move an arm, to reach for a word, to raise one's eyes: everything
spent an energy the body had already, by instinct, decided to save.
There was a collective economy of movement, a mute agreement
between people and the stagnant air. No one said anything.
Breathing was labor enough.


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