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Leo stood up. He walked to the window. Outside, the city was a circuit board of light, each window a person running their own file. He thought of the “Resource Allocation Matrix” and laughed. He didn’t need to allocate his time better. He needed to stop treating himself as a resource.
For the first time in six months, he didn’t think about the PDF. He thought about the guitar in the closet he hadn’t touched since college. He thought about the novel he’d outlined on napkins. He thought about the friend he’d ghosted after the promotion fell through.
He stared at the screen until his eyes watered. Then, on impulse, he closed the laptop.
