GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
Sunday, August 30 I spent part of the morning reading and writing, two activities that make me feel productive without requiring me to wear real pants. Eventually, I got ready…
On Sunday, August 23, I woke up around 6:30 with another headache, still carrying the weight of Saturday night. I’ve been drinking more than I should lately, always using the…
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…