GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
Sunday, August 2, I woke up, read for a while, and went to church. I sang again. I’ve been doing that lately, and I’m beginning to enjoy it. I 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…