History of Wolves

by Emily Fridlund

it seems to me now that the reasons you picked me matter less than the fact of it.

I’ve found that some people who’ve done something bad will just go ahead and condemn everyone else around them to avoid feeling shitty themselves. As if that even works.

Having come this far, having accumulated everything that mattered to her at all through a series of little, irrevocable choices?

evil doesn’t originate from the devil, or from some innate corrupting force, but often from well-intentioned beliefs that ignore the desperate needs of others.