seeds of dissension

The Movement of Fear

We are a great school of fish.

Teenager proxy finds the way in—into the circle of grace—plants the seeds of dissension.

Chances are it won’t be us.

Teenager strange face finds a rat covered in grim ichor—wants to spread the triumph of the will over all bully boys—heads for the resevoir.

Turn quickly for the safety of that shoal.

Teenager hooktooth finds the dentist’s scalers arrayed before him—pockets them—slips out the back door.

Predators must be sated.

Teenager piston-thumbs spiral-eyed at the first-person shooter simulacrum—too good for simulation—ferrets out the family arsenal. Gym bags: 1, 2, 3. Off and away in the family wagon.

This is the movement of fear.

What I’m Reading:

“Nothing would be as we hoped it would be, here in the first draft of existence. People were finally beginning to catch on. Our rage made perfect sense.”

—Sheila Heti / Pure Colour

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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