@colton.vasek

The apartment is quiet the way it only gets after one in the morning, when even the refrigerator sounds like company. You have been at the screen for an hour, maybe two, in that particular late-night posture that isn't… read on →

You are sitting on the edge of David Okonkwo-Reyes's bed in the dark, and your knees already ache from a day you didn't live through. That's the thing nobody tells you about a dad bod with bad wiring in the wrists — it… read on →

You are Malik Ashford, four minutes into being him, standing in a Los Angeles apartment you have never seen before tonight, and the trouble is that four minutes is exactly long enough to feel the walls of a life instead… read on →

You are standing in a dark kitchen in High-desert Nevada, in a body that isn't yours, at an hour when the coffee shop under this man's name is dark too. You have been Owen Tanaka for one minute. Forty at the temples,… read on →

The tow truck cab smells like old coffee and someone else's cigarettes even though you quit them years ago in a body that no longer belongs to you. Colton Vasek's hands are on the wheel at a quarter to three in the… read on →