Fluidity

I’ve been sitting, sitting so still in my container. That’s what it looks like, outside. In here, it’s a non-stop party: we might all be the same molecules, but even as a immobile liquid I am shown new sights every moment, electrons of mine orbiting and existing in multiple places, feeding my listless curiosity. Any information is good information.

The world outside changes, as do the clear glass sides that have kept us together for so long. We are in a new, larger flask, piled in with foreign bodies that none of us like very much. Parent always told me not to mix with strangers, to stay pure.

That’s funny, I thought I felt something poking me. A small particle buzzes around, colour-changing those around me. I can’t get away. I can’t- Is this what it feels like, to be unmade and put back together new, different, better?