4 Quotes by S.J. Sindu

Most people think the closet is a small room. They think you can touch the walls, touch the door, turn the handle, and walk free. But when you're inside it, the closet is vast. No walls, no door, just empty darkness stretching the length of the world.

Grief is an impossible meal, so we cut it up into little pieces, dress it in ritual, and take it like a pill.

Silence is the rule. Words are complications, sharp edges that cut up our tongues. We keep them in with walls of teeth, preserve the peace.

Even if the gods are real, I don’t think they can liberate us.