2025

It was 2 AM on a crisp Saturday night, and I was walking down a busy road as narrow as a climate change denier’s grasp of science. The scene was chaotic—a perfect recipe for disaster. Passionate couples everywhere, balancing what seemed like an entire food court in their hands. Drunken youth zigzagged on bikes and wobbled on their feet, their sorrows and recklessness moving to kill like it’s no one’s business.