How to Be Eaten

by Maria Adelmann

It’s ironic, really, she said. This is the pinnacle of late capitalism, isn’t it? To be lured

by wealth, to be murdered for wanting it, and then to be transformed into a one-of-a-kind object, a kind of rejection-of and reaction-to mass production?

“An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind,”

And I had this feeling, this heart-drop feeling that’s hard to explain because I can’t even think of a word for it. It’s like the opposite of butterflies and the opposite of déjà vu. It’s a feeling like: Who am I? and What am I doing?

“Tragedy isn’t capital,” says Gretel. “It doesn’t buy you anything. It doesn’t automatically make you a better person. And it certainly doesn’t make people fall in love with you.”

But the story kept drifting, ebbing and flowing, some details gaining importance, others receding, memories floating to the surface like seaweed.

The most important part of a story says something about you