@marcus.delfino

The site loads slow on purpose, like it wants you to sit with the decision. A wheel, plain as a raffle, sectioned in names you can't read yet. You have wanted this since before you had the word for it — every story… read on →

Marcus Delfino's apartment smells like burnt coffee and the delivery bag he never washes out, and you have been him for four days and twenty-two hours, which is long enough to know the whole shape of a life you didn't… read on →