“Maybe if I was more patient with certain deaths, I would be more ready for the lives that come after them.” DeathGriefGrowing Book:Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir Source: Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir
“Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn’t matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was just playing in mud, like nothing about that slipperiness would ever change, not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks.” LifeDeathChildhoodConcreteHeaviness Book:The Death of Vivek Oji Source: The Death of Vivek Oji
“How do you survive when they place a god inside your body? We said it was like shoving a sun into a bag of skin, so it should be no surprise that her skin would split or her mind would break. We did the best we could.” WisdomDeathSpiritualitySacred Book:Freshwater Source: Freshwater