The Time Tragedy Rebooted my Friend
Emotions are the boss of logic
Nov 4 · 6 min read
My friend lives on a street where the town’s finest people mill under the overhang at nights, leering at mothers with prams, whooping, drinking and drugging until a weary sun rises and sends them home to bed.
She locks her door at six-thirty and if she needs something from the supermarket at the end of the road, she takes the…


