The Half-Life of Ruby Fielding

by Lydia Kang

Humans are already so goddamn fragile, and broken, and imperfect, he thought. And yet we do everything in our power to break each other, and call it something else. Patriotism. Love. Family. And in the process, it destroys and destroys, in outward circles of perfect annihilation.

We fight, because there’s no other choice.