The Memory Librarian and Other Stories of Dirty Computer

by Janelle Monáe

Some new dawns are dark, like a silk hood slipped over a nation’s head, then choked shut.

First line

There were the things we hid. The warm spectrums we kept alive within ourselves. They were flames, maybe some magic, that we only allowed to burn when or where our light could shine solely before trusted, beloved eyes.

Dreams aren’t memories. They are memories’ voices.”

by taking away a piece of her mother, New Dawn was erasing a part of Amber?

Before her, impossibly, was the evidence of a dream Ola didn’t yet know she had.

“The Power of Yet.”

but here was proof—if a dream could be proof of anything. She was starting to believe that was exactly what dreams could do.