Drying her eyes, Lenina walked across the roof to the lift. On her way down to the twenty-seventh floor she pulled out her phone and browsed Netflix. One episode, she decided, would not be enough; hers had been more than a one-episode affliction. But if she watched two episodes, she ran the risk of not waking up in time tomorrow morning. She compromised and in the phone cupped in her palms, binged an entire season.
EVERYBODY’S HAPPY NOWADAYS
UMBILICAL DISCORD 