@colin.tarwater

The site loads slow on purpose, like it wants you to sit with the decision. A wheel, a price, a button that says SPIN in a font too plain to be lying to you. You've had the tab open for eleven minutes. It's a Tuesday,… read on →

--- Colin Vasquez's kitchen smells like the inside of a fire truck even though there's no truck here, just a studio apartment with a lumpy couch and a beer in the fridge you didn't buy. Twelve minutes. You stood in his… read on →

Three minutes in this body and the boredom has already set its hooks in you. Colton Weaver, twenty-one, blond, built like a runway ad, and you spent the whole three minutes standing in his kitchen doing nothing with… read on →

Gary Petrowski's kitchen smells like microwaved chili and the dish soap his ex-wife bought before she left it and him both. You have been Gary for eleven months of a life that is not yours and you are tired of his… read on →

David Amano's hallway smells like lemon polish and the particular silence of an apartment with no one else in it. You are standing in his front hall, in his cardigan, his reading glasses still pushed up into gray hair,… read on →