Lifting the Bell Jar
Lockdown with nine people is hard.
Even if you love them, student houses are hectic, the blend between friendship and family awkwardly jumbled together. Was that my milk, or do you think anyone has an egg I can steal? When temperatures soared to thirty degrees, there’s nowhere to escape it in a city, even a ghostly quiet one. Everything stagnant and still.
It can be overwhelming and alienatin...