GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
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…
Sunday started with a hangover and a quiet kind of determination. Coffee in hand, I sat there knowing the day wasn’t going to be wasted. There was writing to finish,…

