Banafsheh

“Matt officially died in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. He actually died in the outskirts of Laramie, tied to a fence. You, Mr. McKinney, with your friend Mr. Henderson left them out there by himself, but he wasn't alone. There were his lifelong friends with him, friends that he had grown up with. You're probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky and the same stars and moon that we used to see through a telescope. Then he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him. And through it all he was breathing in the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind, the ever-present Wyoming wind, for the last time. He had one more friend with him, he had God. And I feel better knowing he wasn't alone.”
― Moisés Kaufman, The Laramie Project

“Dookie: At the end my mom couldn't even walk to the corner.
Heffer: At the end my dad couldn't even make it up the stairs. They had to move the bedroom into the living room.
Bitsy: My dad wouldn't come out of the basement. They had to put a chemical toilet in.
Heffer: My dad had to be on oxygen to watch the hockey game.
Bitsy: My mom can't stand at the sink to wash her own face.
Dookie: Hips?
Bitsy: Knees.
Dookie: Those go fast.
Boots: It's just a matter of time.
Dookie: Yeah.
Bitsy: Yeah.
Heffer: Yup.
Dookie: Yeah.
Boots: Yeah.
Bitsy: Yeah.
Heffer: Yup.”
― Daniel MacIvor, Bingo!

“PHARUS. Wan't a fight.
HEADMASTER. So, what, you fell?
PHARUS. Fight mean you put your hands up and
Fight back. I just ... just took it.
HEADMASTER. Why ... why would you do that?
PHARUS. What you fight for, sir? What you fight
For? You fight when you believe what
You doing, what you are, is right. Huh.
Everybody 'round you always telling you, showing
You that you ain't nothing, that they don't
Want you to be nothing, what you fight
For then? What you defending?
You believe like, like they believe so
Who you fighting for?”
― Tarell Alvin McCraney, Choir Boy

“He couldn’t breathe, either. His lungs had been stolen by the darkness. He sputtered and clutched his backpack close to him, both arms wrapped around it like a life raft. Gulliver chirped, not knowing any better. Or maybe he did, and he was saying good-bye.”
― Erin Entrada Kelly, Hello, Universe