
Cars swerve around me to the left where there’s only a shoulder, or to the lane on my right, which we collectively hope is clear. […]

Three weeks is an endless loop of time where your sanity drains away from you like liquid in low gravity. […]
Cars swerve around me to the left where there’s only a shoulder, or to the lane on my right, which we collectively hope is clear. […]
Three weeks is an endless loop of time where your sanity drains away from you like liquid in low gravity. […]