12.02.25: The Empty Stadium

Walking into a stadium after a game is eerie. The roar is gone, but you still feel it in the air, like echoes clinging to concrete. Seats are littered with wrappers and forgotten drinks, reminders of thousands of tiny lives that passed through hours earlier. I once wandered a stadium in Peru long after the crowd left, and it felt like sneaking into a sleeping giant. Sports are about energy, but emptiness has its own power. You realize the game isn’t the place—it’s the people. Without them, it’s just steel and silence.