The Memory Librarian and Other Stories of Dirty Computer

by Janelle Monáe

There was so much self-discovery and reflection with healing the scars that New Dawn left, and New Dawn had made sure to create a world outside the hotel where few people had the freedom for either.

We are all notes in the chord, and without it, the sound doesn’t work.”

Akilah continued. “This is about collective responsibility. We have something really radical on our hands. We need to use it for more than . . . taking a nap.”

Fuck you

Akilah shook her head. “You’re thinking from a place of fear, Raven.

Oh wow I hate you

“I’m thinking from a place of an agreement we made. Together.” Akilah rinsed out a mug in the sink. Poorly, Raven thought. Tea stains circled its insides, and the tiniest, barely perceptible touch of lipstick was at the rim. “I know. But inspiration struck, and it couldn’t wait.”

Always prioritizing yourself

Because you don’t respect me or our shared space enough to give a fuck!”

Yep

Akilah shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this or raising your voice at me or cursing at me.

Just leave

I’m gonna do better.”

Sure

we do not use it to steal time for ourselves.

???

And beneath the doorknob, a newly installed lock.

There it is, Ms Community person, upper gonna use it all for yourself after shaking your partner for wanting naps

Mama. Such a small word for the whole world.

Even an old soul, been-here-before child needed to be told the truth.

“Air, inception, a beginning.

Bug, your stone faces east, representing the earth and redemption.”

“South.” Mx. Tangee pointed at the stone farthest from them. “Full of fire, the spark of life, love.”