My glimmer seems to have gone silent. Faded into obscurity. Maybe it’ll roar back as a glorious beacon, a lighthouse guiding me away from the rocks, but for now, it’s little more than the darkness of the void.
Does light make a sound? If so, do different kinds of light make different kinds of sound? I would assume yes. Infrared versus visible and so on. I don’t know a lot about light, if I’m being honest. My focus has always been on people, culture, politics and psychology. Sociology, even as I worked in technology. I’m far more fascinated with how people work, the philosophies of their existence and what is from a purely behavioural standpoint, rather than the hard science of physics or chemistry or whatever. I like science and I like math and whatever else, but it’s not my obsession.
My obsession is why do we behave how we do? How do we do it better? How do we make the world better, through our behaviour and our philosophies, not simply technology?
These are the things that keep me going.
Target: 900 words
Written: 709 words, novella: The Mungk