Vox

by Christina Dalcher

They won’t kill us for the same reason they won’t sanction abortions. We’ve turned into necessary evils, objects to be fucked and not heard.

“Not you, Mom. Other women. The ones who just wanna get out of the house and have some kind of identity.”

I’ve often wondered about that, about how kids can turn into monsters, how they learn that killing is right and oppression is just, how in one single generation the world can change on its axis into a place that’s unrecognizable.

Monsters aren’t born, ever. They’re made, piece by piece and limb by limb, artificial creations of madmen who, like the misguided Frankenstein, always think they know better.

the word for “peace” and the word for “submission” are virtually identical in some languages,

“Anything” never covers the whole gamut of existence.