[b]Viet Thanh Nguyen
But while science fiction imagined time travelers as moving forward or backward in time, this timepiece demonstrated a different chronology. The open secret of the clock, naked for all to see, was that we were only going in circles.[/b]
Not unlike much of the logic here, he thought.
Not for the first time, I longed to tell someone that I was one of them, a sympathizer with the left, a revolutionary fighting for peace, equality, democracy, freedom, and independence, all the noble things my people had died for and I had hid for.
Not unlike those on the right.
But to a bureaucrat paper was never just paper. Paper was life!
Now it’s all ones and zeros.
One did not depend on marines for good table manners. One depended on them to have the right instincts when it came to matters of life and death.
Not that we should leave out the wrong instincts of course.
I was finally left with nothing but myself and my thoughts, devious cabdrivers that took me where I did not want to go.
Also, whether I could afford the fare or not.
The unseen is almost always underlined with the unsaid.
Either that or said to be seen from a particular point of view: ours not yours.