There's a particular stillness that comes when the pavement runs out — and a strange liberty in being unheard.

A person cries in small sorrows; in great sorrow, they fall silent. On the threshold where words fail.

What happens when Death arrives to collect a debt that's already been paid — a reflection on burnout and spiritual bankruptcy.

After midnight, the mind becomes a courtroom — and the jury is made of people who left the theater long ago.