@nicholas.guidry

You have been looking at the page for an hour without reading it. It is the middle of the night, a Sunday, the house asleep around you, and the evening has been nothing: work behind you, the phone scrolled down to its… read on →

You are leaving Nicholas Guidry, who has been yours for nineteen minutes. The apartment in New Orleans is dark and everyone in it is asleep. You stand at the kitchen counter in his bare feet with his phone lit in your… read on →