Malloc (a flash fiction)
- Malloc's the name. Short for Memory Allocation. As in: never enough.
- What was I saying?
- Just kidding. The truth is there's way too much memory available and my config keeps conspicuously leaking data.
- These arbitrary memory leaks produce autohallucinatory events that I call streaming glitch aesthetics.
- It's great for the first ten or fifteen seconds when it's first coming on but then it gets weird.
- It's like my preprogrammed field of avatar-movement is being altered by secret teams of nanobot time-slicers hacking into my nervous system.
- What's worse is that I think I'm getting used to it and even start anticipating its next inevitable arrival.
- Now when the streaming glitch aesthetics commences I pop a counterintuitive time signature just to see what happens.
- The ensuing multilinear layers of atemporal drift and data capture feed further into my architectural collapsing and paranoiac lust.
- For some reason, it's only when I'm deep into total collapse that I'm asked to download the next memory upgrade.
Keywords: memory allocation, flash fiction, glitch aesthetics, leaking data