(scribbles)
People rose from chaos.
They made rules.
Rules made order.
Some protect it.
Some game it.
Some forget it was ever fragile.
They sharpen their paws
Scratching at the rules in conniving excitement.
Then one day—
It cracks.
Biblical destruction
of what took decades to build
in weeks.
From the shattered order,
the laws of nature peer in.
Not angry.
Not merciful.
Just watching.
Like a face in the glass
to a goldfish in its bowl.
You were never the center.
You were never immune.
You just never saw them looking in.
Try reasoning with that?
Plan to game that?
— Ever plan to game that?
The perpetrator stands still.
In their plunge into the abyss,
must they wonder—
why there were rules in the first place?
To protect them.
From themselves.
Yourong Frank Wang 