When I wake up in the morning- I cuddle my girlfriend. She is always there by my side. She is always there in the same spot, in the same side, with the same face. She always has the same smell, she always gravitates towards my warmth, she always pushes me to the edge, it’s a queen size bed but with her it feels like a full, I wouldn’t trade it for a thing, the consistency of waking up with someone...

He carries lots of things but each thing has little to no meaning. A lighter for an everyday cigarette- a match box because he collects them- a crumpled up receipt usually because he is too scatterbrained to throw it out after getting a burrito- a shooter (because he needs one every day)- a single key to his apartment because if he loses it he knows it means moving to this city wasn’t meant to be-...