Melodies are our scaffolding
Heritage
His father loved jazz because of the way his mother danced because of the way her grandfather found freedom against all odds because that was how their village had done until the heathens had ended the Holy See.
Mr. Roberts was more into EDM. Sweat, darkness, the chemical rush.
His mother loved drinking because of the way her father drank with his mother because who could blame her.
Mr. Roberts loved drinking too.
His sister never came out with him. She had sex with gringos who wore glasses and whose idea of a great weekend was making twenty different moles from scratch.
Mr. Roberts often ordered.
Perhaps he had picked the wrong refrains.
She’d lived a thousand years in the songs she had sung, songs of bruised women and the men they loved." But Beautiful
"So I hope that’s not true what you said because to be on the road with the last god would be a terrible thing so I hope it’s not true." The road
"But it didn’t happen; the pointers, who already knew these songs, clapped and screeched their approval, and the adults seemed intrigued, attuned to double meanings and hidden layers, which were easy to find." A Visit From the Goon Squad
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