Sophie Hoss

Sophie Hoss loves the ocean and is in bed by 9pm every night. She has received a Pushcart Prize, and her words are scattered around in BOMB, The Baffler, Split Lip, Ninth Letter, Wigleaf, and elsewhere. Also, she has a small dog named Elmo who likes to wear little sweaters.

Glowfish

Chapter One: Gossamer

Because it’s always dusk, we make everything neon: our clothes, our furniture, our streetlights. The City is far north enough that the sun never breaches the sky—it skates the horizon’s rim, dips up and under like a coin circling the drain. Neon is our bioluminescence, and it’s always cold in the city.
I don’t remember how I started researching liminal spaces. Couldn’t even say which ology my post-grad work is classified as.

Sophie Hoss

Sophie Hoss loves the ocean and is in bed by 9pm every night. She has received a Pushcart Prize, and her words are scattered around in BOMB, The Baffler, Split Lip, Ninth Letter, Wigleaf, and elsewhere. Also, she has a small dog named Elmo who likes to wear little sweaters.

Glowfish

Chapter One: Gossamer

Because it’s always dusk, we make everything neon: our clothes, our furniture, our streetlights. The City is far north enough that the sun never breaches the sky—it skates the horizon’s rim, dips up and under like a coin circling the drain. Neon is our bioluminescence, and it’s always cold in the city.
I don’t remember how I started researching liminal spaces. Couldn’t even say which ology my post-grad work is classified as.

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