She sat on the steps, enjoying the brisk autumn air. It was the day before Halloween and the smell of cinnamon hung in the air. She knew she’d have to go in soon, but for now life was perfect. The browning leaves floating around her, the rusty oranges and reds that hung from every treetop, a caramel apple in her hand, yes, that was Autumn.
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.
Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.
Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.
Harder to get content and joy.
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