'94 left its mark in scars, not souvenirs. Broken glass on a playground blacktop. Static on the last channel that still worked. A year that promised revolution but delivered rubble.
We are not what survived. We are what learned to limp. aftermath -1994-
The dust doesn't settle. It chokes.
The year after. When the cheering stopped and the real work began. #aftermath1994 '94 left its mark in scars, not souvenirs