Monday, June 15, 2020

the last book I ever read (Weather: A Novel by Jenny Offill, excerpt eight)

from Weather: A Novel by Jenny Offill:

It’s raining. The bus is full. It’s reached that density where being seated feels like a form of guilt. I look around. I will grudgingly stand for the infirm and the pregnant and those with children. But miraculously, it is all able-bodied teenagers with earbuds. I forgot my phone, or I too would have blotted out all these humans.

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