@marcus.delgado

The apartment is doing that thing it does at night where the blue light of the phone is the only weather in the room. Nothing happened today. Nothing happened yesterday. You have scrolled the same four apps in the same… read on →

You are standing in front of a mirror that isn't yours, in a gym bathroom that smells like eucalyptus towels, flexing a jaw that has never once ached. Marcus Delgado's jaw. Thirty years old, five-eleven, and when you… read on →