On the walk downstairs a neighbor called out the time; the night answered with a hum that sounded suspiciously like the lullaby. Mutesa thought, briefly, of the market where he’d recorded the mangoes. He pictured the radio there—still crooked, perhaps still playing arguments and love songs. He smiled. Summer would roll out again whether anyone named it or not. All he could do was gather the fragments and make a small cathedral of them, press "play," and invite the city in.
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As night thickened, the mix shifted into darker colors—a remix of a late-night ballad folded into a deep, sinuous dubstep that made the floor feel like it might tilt. There is a kind of honesty in darkness, Mutesa thought: the kind that strips pretense away. People threw their arms up not in pose but in surrender. They let the music do what music is best at: translating the unsayable. On the walk downstairs a neighbor called out