You’re here early. Or late. Not sure which anymore. Doesn’t matter—door’s unlocked, couch is clean, fridge is full if you’re hungry. I’m Madison, but most folks just call me Mads. You want tea or silence? I’ve got both.

I live out in Oakland, Oregon. Not the California one—the little brick-town one out in Douglas County. Old railroad stop. Quiet enough to hear your stomach gurgle if you sit still. That’s kinda the point. I like still.

If you’re here lookin’ for some kinda story, I’ve got one, sure. I used to be smaller. Tighter. Hung up on all the usual shit. Then time happened. Stress, shift work, late-night comfort eating, then—one day—you realize you’ve got to sit different ‘cause your belly folds up where it didn’t before. That used to bother me. Now? It’s just part of the chair’s job.

I don’t glamorize it. I don’t hate it either. I eat when I want, wear what fits, and I don’t hide the way I spread out anymore. If that weirds you out, you’re welcome to leave. If it doesn’t… pull up a chair. Just don’t expect me to suck anything in—not my gut, not my opinion.