“Although it’s only three in the morning, the lampshade makes the room feel like the last moments of a sinister sunset. Under the bulb’s electric hum, Paul and I spot each through the doorway. He wipes his eyes with the palm of one hand and waves me over with the other.”

“Although it’s only three in the morning, the lampshade makes the room feel like the last moments of a sinister sunset. Under the bulb’s electric hum, Paul and I spot each through the doorway. He wipes his eyes with the palm of one hand and waves me over with the other.”

— Ocean Vuong