{"text":"It was a time I slept in many rooms, called myself by many names. I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["incipit","literature","payne","roman","rooftop-soliloquy"],"id":88076,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"}