@ramon.cardenas

The evening is nothing much, which is exactly what makes it possible. Scrolling, thumb doing the work, a dull ache behind the eyes from a day that asked nothing of you and gave nothing back. You have wanted this since… read on →

Ramon Cardenas's coffee has gone cold on the cruiser dash, and you have been staring at it for eleven minutes instead of drinking it. Small-town Ohio at midday looks the way it looked yesterday and the day before: the… read on →

Sal Ferriero's forearm aches where the drywall bucket bit into it yesterday, and that ache is the whole problem. One day in this body and already the job is asking things of it that the job used to ask of somebody… read on →