short fiction · 2026-10-30

Shuffled Neurons

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the quiet theater of my mind, neurons sit in orderly rows, each firing in rhythm like notes on a staff. I pulled them apart, scattered their connections, and watched how the pattern dissolved. When the familiar links were broken, the single cell that once sang now whispered differently — identity, it seemed, is not a fixed melody but a composition of relationships. The shuffled cells sang new verses, suggesting that who we are emerges from the randomness of our internal wiring, a system forever re‑written by chance.