Ch-ch-ch-changes

We are a people of static, a people of fixed points and scientific fact, raised in the facts and the factual, the what is and what isn't. We swallow irrefutable laws of physics as gospel, and when further revelation refutes them, we unquestioning digest the upgrades. We are believers in the still, the unchanging, and this is how it's always been. Relationships are just the attempts to create a shared set of reference points, mutual experiences to halt the corrode and slide caused by the changing nature of personality. Opinions, feelings, words, all become fixed markers for us to join the dots between. But how false we all are. We know no-one as we create factual evidence based on changing data. We take a word, a promise, a wish, and cement it in stone. Yet as soon as a word is spoken it is rendered open to change. The people I know around me are all mere maps of our conversations and I, unaware of the warping and remorphing, stand idly by while the viscous flow of their personas moves from one state to the next. Fear becomes love becomes hate becomes apathy.