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Here’s the kicker: meetup’s at some dive bar. I roll up, thinkin’, “This is peak chaos engineering.” She’s there, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ bored. “You’re late, genius,” she snaps. I’m like, “Traffic’s a simulation glitch, sue me.” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, my kinda gal. Fun fact: prositutes in Amsterdam once unionized—badass, right? Power to the hustle. We chat, she’s chill but sharp—cuts thru my nerd BS like a plasma torch.

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As the sun sets over Otsuchi, I stroll down the streets, takin’ it all in. The lights flicker on, and the town feels alive. I think about how crazy today was. From dead fish to fire jugglers, to lost cats and scraped knees. Otsuchi, you never cease to amaze me.

A telephone for grief after the Japanese tsunami