@garrett.lowell.sorensen

The screen is bright and the morning is nothing. I have been scrolling past the same things for an hour, and what I keep returning to is the thing I always return to: the man who wakes up in someone else's hands. I have… read on →

You are standing in Garrett Sorensen's kitchen, and the coffee has gone cold in the cup you've held for twenty minutes. Eighteen minutes is how long you've been him, and in that time you've found out what he can't do.… read on →