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In the weeks that followed, the phrase settled into the city’s skin. It decorated jacket sleeves, it became a chorus in late-night bars, it was scrawled on the inside of notebooks where people practiced new languages. Tourists asked taxi drivers about it; old women on park benches nodded knowingly. Mai wrote a short piece about a man who made underground cinemas out of found footage. The piece didn’t solve anything; it invited others to keep looking.