@xavier.montoya

It is almost midnight and there is nothing on. There hasn't been anything on for a while now, if you're honest — just the blue rectangle and the scroll and the low hum behind your eyes that has always been there, the… read on →

You're standing in front of a mirror in an apartment that isn't yours, wearing a jacket photographers pay by the hour to put on you, and you already know you are going to spin again. Seven minutes ago you were nobody,… read on →

The bouncer's stool creaks under weight that isn't his own preference of weight, and that's the first thing you notice tonight — how tired you are of a body you picked for its size, its usefulness at a door, and nothing… read on →

You are standing in a dorm room that isn't yours, in a body that isn't yours, at three in the morning on a Thursday nobody in this building is awake for. Connor Maslanka's roommate is snoring through the wall. Connor… read on →