The town of Verona, Ohio, wasn’t on any map that mattered. It was a smear of strip malls, defunct auto plants, and cornfields that buzzed with a frequency just below human hearing. To the teenagers who lived there, it was a waiting room for a life that had already forgotten them.
She was living in the daydream.
The fence was cut. It had been cut for years, curled back like a tin can lid. Beyond it, the ground was strange—lunar, composed of white ash and shattered glass that glittered under the half-moon. They walked for twenty minutes in silence, the only sound the crunch of their boots and the distant cry of a train. Daydream Nation
Jenny screamed, but her scream became a sigh. Her prom dress faded into a simple nightgown. Her chrome eye wept a single tear of mercury, then turned blue. She was just a lost girl again. She fell to her knees. The town of Verona, Ohio, wasn’t on any map that mattered
"Don't," Eli said, his voice tight.