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Everyone is Gone — Except Me

It used to be a bustling street — just a short walk from Hyde Park with the constant flow of traffic, sometimes annoying and sometimes calming. But it was home — my home, a place where I’ve lived happily for thirty years.

Photo by Romain Chollet on Unsplash

Now though, the street below my burnt-out home is silent. Not a single car has gone up the street for what feels like months, but is actually just a matter of days — no more than a week.



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Matt Mason

Archaeologist by training, freelance writer by choice writing about childfree living, demisexuality, and anything else that pops into my head.