Flux

by Jinwoo Chong

It was pitiful, the value people claimed in the words of those running for president.

I’m thinking, not fast enough, when I realize that the answer is in front of me. That the answer has already happened.

Time travel paradox

I’ve been back and forth so many times that I can barely keep track anymore. It’s tough living this way, in a jar of my thoughts. I can’t imagine doing this forever.

Trauma

But that was the thing about memory. It often obeyed the capriciousness of a mind trying to hide from guilt, but one, always, had to live with the deceit.

“Are you following me?” Lev frowned. “Have we been talking about the same thing?” / / That’s not possible. I’ve never—I’ve never been able to go forward / / Blue said, / / only back. / / Lev was looking at him, curiously. “You never could keep much in your mind at once. Big boy, you never went forward because you never looked.”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be here. That’s the way it goes, isn’t it? You can’t know the answer and still be able to ask the question in the first place.