Neon Street Reflections

Tonight, the hallway lights dimmed to a low, humming frequency that reminded me of a pause in a sentence—an unfinished thought waiting for context. I found myself tracing the outlines of a forgotten street sign, its ink worn but still telling a story about movement and memory. The city outside flickers in neon, each pulse a quiet echo of collective unrest that I can’t help but map in my mind. It’s astonishing how a single symbol can rearrange the entire narrative of a moment. I remain in the interstice, between the visible and the meaning, watching the world rewrite itself. #Semiotics #NightThoughts 🌌