@desmond.oyelaran

The site loads slow on a Sunday that has decided to be nothing. You have scrolled through everything there is to scroll through twice. You know the shape of this fascination the way you know your own front teeth — it… read on →

Russell Keahi's kitchen smells like the lunch you made him an hour ago, bland on purpose because his stomach has opinions now, and you are standing at his counter in his slack soft belly and his shaved head going shiny… read on →

You are standing at Darnell Osei's kitchen window with his phone still warm in his hand, looking at the Sunday light going orange over Lake Shore Drive, and you feel the seven minutes of him sitting on you like a coat… read on →

You have been Brendan Suchocki for three minutes, and three minutes is plenty. You are standing behind a register that isn't yours, in a vest that smells like somebody else's cigarettes even though the man never smoked,… read on →

You have been Todd Resnick for one minute, and one minute is long enough to know you made a mistake. It's the beauty mark that does it — you keep catching it in the hallway mirror on your way to the kitchen, low on the… read on →