Who designed these benches? Wooden slats that imprint your back, the rest of you slipping through.
It’s like they wanted to remind you that you’re uncomfortable, that there’s as much emptiness as wood, that if one slat breaks everything becomes more dangerous… “No Crying”
Wes’s game has been canceled. It’s been grey all day, and it rained hard for an hour in the afternoon. A fog covers the North Shore. Driving over the bridge into Salem on his way home, Ted can’t even see the water… “Say ‘Hi’ to Your Dad”