Flux

by Jinwoo Chong

It was strange how much could be bent around time to look so different on the other side.

And it’s that thing I’ve imagined happens upon realizing somebody has seen you for who you really are despite your best efforts. The feeling of being given just a split second to make the choice—in or out—before any of it becomes real.

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

“I don’t think you can accurately estimate the level of comfort you operate at. Nobody can. I think you get so…comfortable, that deep down, you will accept any truth they tell you that lets you keep existing the way you’re accustomed to.

How else does one idea birth an entire economy without being just a little bit bullshit?”