@brian.okafor.lynch

The site loads slow on a phone propped against a mug, the way everything loads slow near midnight when nothing else is happening. Monday bleeding into Tuesday and nothing on, nothing worth the scroll, just the old itch… read on →

The kitchen clock in Pittsburgh says something like eleven in the morning, but the blinds are shut and the house is dark, because the man whose body you're borrowing sleeps days and drives nights, and you have three… read on →

--- Osvaldo's fingers are what you notice first, because they are not yours and never were, and because they are wrapped around a box cutter that does not belong to either of you. Two minutes in this warehouse and… read on →

Gary Drennan's knees ache before you even stand up off his couch, and that's the whole reason, really — four minutes of him and already you hate the way his back complains when he leans for the laptop. Skinny fat, bald… read on →