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Washed out.

Outside, the rain stopped. A single beam of low, watery sunlight broke through the clouds and hit her desk, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air like a million tiny, purposeless stars. t1 2024

Outside her window, the actual January did what it wanted. It rained in sheets that should have been snow, a wet, confused gray that dripped off the fire escape and made the alley below look like a river. Climate change wasn’t a future crisis anymore. It was T1’s weather report. Washed out

She checked the wall calendar. Still December. Still sunsets. Outside her window, the actual January did what it wanted

She reached up, tore the page off its ring binder, and crumpled it into a ball. Underneath was January: a blank grid of pale blue squares, unsullied by appointments or deadlines. February was hidden beneath that. Then March. Three months of unmarked days.

“Just interpolate,” Derek had said in their Monday stand-up, his pixelated face a mask of earnest stupidity. “Model the gaps.”