I was looking through some old photos for this article and the mix is shocking to me now. Almost offensive. There’s a burnt body in front of my office. Then I’m playing Scrabble with friends. There’s bomb smoke rising in front of the mall. Then I’m at a concert. There’s a long line for gas. Then I’m at a nightclub. This is all within two weeks.
Today I’m like, ‘did we live like this?’ But we did. I mean, I did. Was I a rich Colombo fuckboi while poorer people died? Well, yes. I wrote about it, but who cares.
Stopped reading right there. No, really, fuck that.
Maybe I read it wrong, but the writer doesn't appear to be highlighting that as a good, or even acceptable thing. They seem to be drawing a comparison to those Americans who are blissfully unaware of the suffering that's happening around them:
Today I assume you went to work. Bad news was everywhere, clogging up your social media, your conversations. Maybe it struck close to you. I’m sorry. Somewhere in your country, a thousand people died. I’m sorry for each of them. A thousand families are grieving tonight. A thousand more join them every day. The pain doesn’t go away, it just becomes a furniture of bones, in a thousand thousand homes.
As a nation you don’t seem to mourn your dead, but their families do. Their communities do. Jesus, also, weeps. But for most people it’s just another day. You’ve run out of coffee. There’s a funny meme. This can’t be collapse, because nothing’s collapsing for me.
I can definitely see how it might off as offensive, though.
Stopped reading right there. No, really, fuck that.
Maybe I read it wrong, but the writer doesn't appear to be highlighting that as a good, or even acceptable thing. They seem to be drawing a comparison to those Americans who are blissfully unaware of the suffering that's happening around them:
I can definitely see how it might off as offensive, though.