We Could’ve Been Something
Marianne’s name faded, the ink still brave: “Endless love, see you down the road.” The words glowed like a candle that refuses midnight.
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Some Songs Don’t End.
Her heart stung in that familiar way, as if someone she hadn’t met had once broken it on her behalf. Outside, the wind bent the trees. Inside, she rewound the tape—not ready for the silence that followed.
They Called Him Difficult
She watched him from the back of the venue, where the lights didn’t reach, tears catching on her lashes as he sang a line she knew wasn’t for charts, but for them, the ones who had been bruised by believing too hard in the wrong people
Chapter 5 - A Series of Approximations
I have never believed in the possibility of exactness. There are no straight lines in nature therefore only by a series of approximations do we perceive truth. — Stan Hall, 1976
Where the Roads Have No Names, Only Reputations
We stopped to ask for help more than once and were given arm-waving directions in Spanish with references like “go past the mango tree, then two houses down from where Tito’s uncle used to live.” Super helpful if you knew Tito. We did not.
Chapter 4 - In Memory of the Year 1994
Sara's words were the confessions of someone who had seen something that shattered her reality. The references to "visions of monsters," the ability to "see into the deep soul," Jon's "creature" emerging—it all connected to what Jax had described in Chicago.
The Oracle of Salerno
His pink shorts alone were a statement—bold, unapologetic. He didn’t speak a word of English but carried on full conversations with us using Google Translate, which somehow made every exchange sound simultaneously robotic and sultry.