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“Everything started to move in slow motion. A vehicle was coming up the hill in the opposite direction, facing us but in its own lane. With vehicles parked on both sides of the road, this meant that there was just a narrow passage area for both vehicles to pass through. However, he had yet to reduce his speed, and now I knew which car he was going to hit. I was frozen stiff with fear in the front passenger seat, as I helplessly watched him slam into the back of a parked car. I was not wearing a seat belt, so upon impact my head crashed into the windshield. I was then slammed back into my seat, but with such force that everything went black.”
― Drexel Deal, The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father

“Black, so much black paint
smears itself across our windows.
We block out them,
yet we also block out light.”
― Susan L. Marshall, All the Hope We Carry