In a deep song voice with a melancholy toneI heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan –“Ain’t got nobody in all this world,Ain’t got nobody but ma self.I’s gwine to quit ma frownin’And put ma troubles on the shelf.”– Langston Hughes, “The Weary Blues”Do that thing...
"We kind of have no choice but to live," Nyles tells a freaked-out Sarah early in their infinity together. That, of course, is the horror at the heart of his life, and hers, and all of ours.Palm Springsknows this dread. It lives in it. It invites you to laugh about it, and ...