So I’ll leave it here, in this post, like a message in a bottle.
For me, is a reminder that not everything needs an immediate explanation. Some things are allowed to stay cryptic. Some stories are meant to be incomplete. 061017-538
I found scribbled on the back of an old receipt tucked inside a secondhand book. No context. No name. Just a dash and a string of digits that felt too intentional to ignore. So I’ll leave it here, in this post,
