GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
The first time I wondered if I was real, I was seventeen and stoned out of my mind, staring at my reflection in a bathroom mirror that didn’t feel like…
There’s something strange about silence when you choose it on purpose. Not loneliness, not depression, not some dramatic movie scene where a guy stares out the window while jazz music…
The first thing I noticed about the new apartment was the silence. I noticed that because Santa Barbara never really shuts up. Somewhere in the distance, there’s always a car…
There’s a strange feeling that comes when your life starts fitting inside cardboard boxes. Not sadness exactly, not nostalgia either. Something quieter, like your brain finally accepts that a chapter…