Lanny

by Max Porter

Hopeless, with visual things. Someone must have said something to her to make a notion like that stick.

Responsive to the light, I would call it. The type of person who is that little bit more akin to the weather than most people, more obviously made of the same atoms as the earth than most people these days seem to be.

This is what commuting is. Small pleasures coaxed from playing the routine like a game.