@klaus.dietermann

The site loads slow, like it's shy about what it is. You've had the tab open for an hour, the way you always do, telling yourself you'll close it. You won't. You have wanted this since you were a kid making up rules for… read on →

Marcos Deleón's nose aches where it was broken years before you ever wore it, and you sit in his cruiser at eleven in the morning with the engine idling and the radio silent, and you feel the ache like a debt you didn't… read on →

Anthony Delvecchio's hands won't sit still on the workbench, and that's the whole problem this morning. Eight minutes in this body and already you know its habits better than its owner ever did: the fingers drumming on… read on →

You are standing at the sink in Gary Fenimore's kitchen, rinsing a mug he has owned since before you took him, when you understand that you have to go back. It is not the mug. It is the light — high-desert Nevada… read on →

Patrick Novello's apartment smells like other people's boxes, and three minutes in his skin is already three minutes too many. You stand in his kitchen — his kitchen now, technically, though nothing in it is yours — and… read on →