“Mass isn’t proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet, a girl who moves like a flower petal – is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her with a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love.”
– Kim Shin (Goblin: The Lonely and Great God)
Mass isn’t proportional to volume.
A book that can be cradled in the arms of a child holds worlds, entire histories of people that existed in another place, another time. The book contains a universe.
In the child that witnesses his mother’s murder, a bubble of revenge grows – hatred that consumes kingdoms, rewrites history in blood on the walls of his enemies.’ castles The boy crushes the world in his tiny fists.
In words, weightless as air, laws are spoken. Love given. In words, empty as air, promises broken. In words, existing as sound, as letters on a page, hearts are carved into little pieces and trampled upon.
In these weightless words, I give away smiles. I give away death. I give away volumes of feeling, of worlds, of history.
Volumes of everything.
Lol idk what I even wrote for this prompt. I just liked the Goblin quote so I thought I’d bullshit a little. The quote doesn’t even have much to do with what I wrote lol. (I’ll probably end up deleting this haha)
Shout-out to anyone who saw the Jorg Ancrath reference in the 3rd paragraph. Hard to catch unless you’re really looking for it…