Stephen Snyder

Though I’ve tried, I’ve found no way to fill in the voids left by the Memory Police.

the only thing I could see were sheets of rain, obscuring everything—the trees in the yard, the fence, the telephone poles, the sky. Thick, suffocating sheets of rain.

we had things we wanted to say, but it seemed as though something weighed on our chests, preventing the words from coming out the moment we opened our mouths