“This isn’t the Midnight Realm, Maddy. It’s just the suburbs.” I didn’t watch We’re All Going To The World’s Fair—I felt it. It was as though my body had been rendered almost completely inert. Meanwhile, my brain crashed backwards through decades, homes, and therapists to land in the center of my childhood bed, eyes prickling from hours of staring at a screen during that otherworldly part of night when the birds don’t sing and time feels like water. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything... Read this story
