It's 3am.
I’m in a town that could be a witness protection location—quiet, grey, suspiciously devoid of decent coffee or emotional support.
No friends, no familiar streets, no late-night corner shops that judge me kindly.
If homesickness had a ringtone, it’d be a night bus pulling up in London, a drunken cheer in Manchester, or a seagull scream in Newcastle.
I want out.
Out of this place, out of my own head, out of this mood that feels like someone left the existential dread setting on high.
Who let me wander this far from serotonin?
About the Creator
Book Review: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I flipped the book over in my hands in the centre of the small airport book shop. Although I had heard promising reviews of Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid, I hesitated. The synopsis didn’t compel me - I wasn’t much of a space girly. In high school it made me cringe when my peers would talk about the stars.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in BookClub
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