Yusuf gaidam

The Editor's Regret. AI-Generated.

I often wander through the dim corridors of my memories as if they were a labyrinthine library—a place where every printed word, every ink stain on paper, hums with the echoes of voices I once set free into the world. In the hush of late evenings, as the office clocks forget to tick, I trace back the steps of decisions made in haste, in hope, in the merciless pursuit of a perfect narrative.