Lucie Bonvalet Once upon a time there was a physicist named Schrödinger who had a cat, and this cat was believed to be both alive and dead simultaneously. No one knew for sure how this belief originated nor how old the cat was. Was the cat born dead? Or did…

Ryan Griffith We called our screamer Sonya, though not her real name of course, as such intimacies were not permitted. We kept her in the garage next to the Peloton, where she sat silent, gazing at an empty wall as if waiting for the cinema to begin. Head razored close…

Kristie Smeltzer  It’s amazing how quickly introducing ourselves with different names escalated to banging strangers in airport restrooms. We’re not swingers, not in the real world—it’s just this airport game we play.  At the bar’s end, I spot my mark: wedding band on the hand holding his nearly empty rocks…