If you enjoy this show, you will enjoy the new novel Alice isn't dead, a standalone,

complete reimagining of this story. It's out now, find it wherever you encounter books,

or at AliceIsn't Dead.com.

Across the Bay into Richmond, the water sparkles like it does in poems.

I try to actively take in the expansive water, the role of the hills,

last beauty for a while. If I'm lucky for a while,

might be just the last beauty for me.

Haven't I had enough for one life? Enough of everything, you know?

Turn away from the Bay, past huge windmills turning power into the grid,

and then on into the long flat of the highway. Still kind of pretty now,

not a pretty that you would go out of your way to see, but a far sight prettier than this road becomes.

There were three billboards in quick succession and there was a part of a face on each.

I don't understand how it even worked, but there were face fragments, gray and strange,

and as you drove past them, the three fragments blurred together and seemed to move.

Rudimentary billboard animation, and this gray, sunken face smiled. Or, no, not that.

What's like a smile but angry? What's like a face but drifting?

Isn't dead by Joseph Fink, narrated by Jasek and the Cole, produced by Dispiration.

Part 1, Chapter 9, Go Home Again.

I hadn't been home in months. It's weird how when you're gone for a long time,

the things you left behind are exactly how you left them. I know that doesn't sound like it's

weird, it's just what you'd expect from inanimate objects, but it actually happens. It's weird.

You think about the you that left those things in those places and everything that's happened

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