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11 PM hits different when the only light is from your phone screen and the streetlamp sneaking through the window. Hair? Still a disaster from earlier. Jacket zipped to the top because the night's finally cold enough to justify it. Crispy edges, sticky glaze dripping everywhere.

Zoomed in way too close because why not? Hair still damp from whatever happened earlier, eyes doing that squinty thing like I’m judging my own life choices but also kinda loving them. White jacket era like I just rolled out of bed and owned it. Chain necklace for the tiny flex.

Fried chicken break mid-walk (chopsticks as props because why not), fountain stop because cold water > responsibilities, squatting to snap the perfect angle, and finally just standing there staring at the water like my brain finally went quiet. Whole day felt like a reset button.