Flux

by Jinwoo Chong

It’s funny, the way that sparks create flames create wildfires, bringing it all down, changing landscapes, altering the ecology from a single step, a single motive and action that, at first, don’t appear to mean shit. There’s a word for that, I forget what it is.

Children are taught that differences mount to some of the greatest strengths of any modern society yet the moment we try to impose tiered structure, skill hierarchy, organized tabulations of opportunities and values based on aptitude, background, economic fitness, we’re suddenly fascists. Or worse, conservatives.”

There was something to be said about the way that damaged people sought more pain, if only because it was familiar.

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.