Original Fic:
Time, Like a River, by
melodyunityRemix: Slippery Fish in the Stream (The Derrida Remix) [River, 100 Words, Rated G] by
paperflowered On the worst days, she isn't a River at all, instead full of false starts and stops, her mind stuttering into blankness and full of the helpless feeling of going nowhere, trapped in the place where there are no answers because she knows no questions, where there's nothing to choose and nowhere to go and the fear screams through her mind.
She latches onto her name: names are symbols, and a River is a symbol, but of what she doesn't know. What substance there is under the surface, she can't define, can't quantify. Symbols and words are sly that way.