THE UPHEAVAL

The years, then the months, then the weeks, then the days, and the day when the human edifice collapsed on itself, consumed and destroyed by repeated blows. Colleagues, friends, brothers, sisters, and neighbors, all had taken part in the slaughter of his body and the demolition of his mental health. Without any explosives, some had only struck one blow to clear themselves and take the blame out on the rest of the group. Others had frantically hit and stabbed the slightly too elegant friend, the sister, the generously empathetic neighbor.

The one whose appearance and professional conscience overshadowed so many people had to be brought down to enjoy the sun of relative success, and what lack of confidence was shown by the very people who could have moved to shine. Instead, they chose to destroy her, and it didn’t matter if she died, because it was kind of her fault. She had to defend herself, become as cowardly, as beastly as them. What could she possibly be thinking while we were killing her? A conscience perhaps? But why burden ourselves with the weight of Cain in the 21st century? Humans, having evolved, could not be burdened with such weakness and preferred bestial feelings and digital weapons through murderous emails.

This same assassin, sometimes digital behind his screen, killed from a distance, sometimes conspiratorially caused the erosion of the being to be destroyed with rumors and led…