Homesick for Another World
A full short story by Ottessa Moshfegh called Nothing Ever Happens Here
My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“Can I have another Xanax?” Reva asked. “I can’t spare another, Reva. Sorry.” She was quiet for a while. The air got tense. “The only thing I can think to do to make Ken pay for the way he’s jerked me around is to keep it. But I won’t. Anyway, thanks for listening.”...
Homesick for Another World
A Dark and Winding RoadAround nine o’clock, I pulled my sleeping bag out and unrolled it on the bed which was covered in old blankets and dust and mouse poop, and slept with no trouble at all. In the morning I guzzled a litre of mineral water and drove on the dark and...