Generatational Trauma Quotes

“[Onto the highway] the milky stares darted along the interstate, southward bound. Past black tar wriggling with mirages of colonial gunpowder. Past old lynching forests where the trees had doubled over, as if to keep a man's feet on the ground. Past hand-hewn crosses beside dented guardrails and bicycles painted white, their wheels eternally spinning. Past endless remembering, warping the road. The highway, a cemetery for the lost and restless. A memorial. A circulatory system running through a nation.”
― GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot