Signal to Noise

But her silences pulled the truth out of you anyway, made you speak despite the desire to remain silent.

Natalia, however, was never happy, accumulating little hates and grudges, cataloguing them by date and carefully filing them so she could pull them out later and toss them in his face.

“Magic will break your heart, Meche,” Mama Dolores said very seriously.

Getting Shakespeare’s sonnets and complete works for your fifteenth birthday was like getting a sweater from your mom for Christmas: bullshit.

Why can’t music be magic? Aren’t spells just words you repeat?