There is a city where you can go for a year at a time to be someone else for a while; a literal, physical transformation. There are technically no permanent residents.

  In my time here, I have made a routine of getting dinner with a man who has become a small dog. We eat pizza in a neon-lit courtyard and talk into the night. His year is coming to an end and he is debating whether or not to submit an application to stay for another year. On the one hand, he misses his music and paws make pying instruments difficult. On the other hand, spending his days reviewing toys and evenings with a slice of pizza and stimuting conversation is, as they say, “the life.”