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I work overnights answering chat tickets for a payments company. Eleven at night to seven in the morning, four days on, three off, and the three off are worse than the four on because there's nowhere to put them. By… read on →

DAY ONE — LOS ANGELES Labor Day, and I spent it doing nothing at all, which was the entire point. I walked. Six hours in a body nobody had told me I couldn't have, through a neighbourhood I'd never seen, and for six… read on →

The last thing I did as Marcus was stand in an empty classroom and lie to myself about why I was leaving. The kids had gone. I'd had them for six hours and I'd given them nothing — I couldn't, I didn't know the… read on →

You arrive, you go to work as somebody, you come home as somebody, and by the time the room is dark again you're at the edge of what you were given. I spent Zain's last hours in a lecture hall watching his hands not… read on →

--- Rudy Camarena's office smells like other people's mistakes — old case files, cold coffee, a candle his ex-wife left behind that he never throws out. You are standing in it at eleven at night on a Friday, in his… read on →