So disgusted with so many things.
Many of us cannot help looking because of what Susan Sontag has called “the perennial seductiveness of war.” It is a kind of rubbernecking, staring at the bloody aftermath of something that is not an act of God but of man. The effect, as Ms. Sontag pointed out in an essay in The New Yorker in 2002, is anything but certain.
“Making suffering loom larger, by globalizing it, may spur people to feel they ought to ‘care’ more,” she wrote. “It also invites them to feel that the sufferings and misfortunes are too vast, too irrevocable, too epic to be much changed by any local, political intervention.”
So now that war comes to us in real time, do we feel helpless or empowered? Do we care more, or will the ubiquity of images and information desensitize us to the point where human suffering loses meaning when it is part of a scroll that includes a video of your niece twerking? Oh, we say as our index finger navigates to the next item, another one of those.
As war becomes a more remote, mechanized activity, posts and images from the target area have significant value. When a trigger gets pulled or bombs explode, real people are often on the wrong end of it. And bearing witness to the consequences gives meaning to what we see."
A Japanese dwarf flying squirrel with her babies
Played 4101 times.
I check my palms, the cracks in the sidewalk
My visions and my dreams, I cross all my fingers
That you’ll be someone who won’t be forgotten
Was that your question? I’ve got the answer
I’ll do a dance to make the rain come
Smile to keep the sky from falling down
Collect the love that I’ve been given
Build a nest for us to sleep in here
You know it’s real
There are no signs and there are no stars aligned
No amulets, not a charm to bring you back to my arms
There’s just this human heart
That’s built with this human flaw
What was your question? Love is the answer