I Know Who You Are

by Alice Feeney

Ever since I was a child, I have preferred to inhabit the fictional lives of others, hiding in stories that have happier endings than my own;

I’ve always felt safe in bookshops. It’s as though the stories inside them can rescue me from myself and the rest of the world.

We’ve all got so busy staring down at our screens, that we’ve forgotten to look up at the stars.