Somewhere. That's the only address that exists in life, really. We're all trying to get to that elusive somewhere. No one's really told us what somewhere even is. I suppose somewhere is different for everyone. Everyone wants something else out of life. Success. Love. Money. Passion. So maybe everyone knows for themselves when they've reached their somewhere.
Because all I know is, I'm not there yet.
I can't really explain much. But what I can say is, Somewhere is a real place. It's a city, actually. It doesn't have much more of an address; you'd have to find it for yourself. You won't be able to plug it into Google Maps. Trust me, I tried it.
My name is Tierney Prior. I suppose you could say I'm "trapped in the past." I have a portable record player and I wear a leather jacket pretty much constantly. I'm just a girl who plays bass and a resident of Somewhere. My friends - Hilton, Silvia, and Nova - form, with me, the band Other People. We all arrived separately in Somewhere and found that it was not all we expected it to be. This book that you've found is an account of our findings: some notes, some audio recordings that were later transcribed. Some portions of the story I cannot tell, but I will do my best to recount what I can.
You must promise me that if you read this, you will never try to find Somewhere. It is a toxic, evil place that will strip you down to your darkest self and leave you scrambling for any semblance of humanity. At least whatever's left of it. But I've already said too much. Friends. Can I call you that? Of course, you can't respond. Friends, you must read on if you want to learn what happened. I don't want to spoil so much. Because it is such an interesting story.
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A City Named Somewhere
Bilim KurguSomewhere. It's an oasis in the desert of nothing, and everyone's trying to get there. People always say, "Don't you worry, I'll get somewhere someday!", but Somewhere is a dark place. It may look nice from a distance, but get up close and you'll se...
