It happens every once in a while – I go into total shutdown with regards to what is going on around me in the world. I don’t want to know and I do my best not to know. I read a few articles, here and there, but for the most part, I live in my own bubble. I try to survive the traffic, the heat and my work load but block out the killing and destruction afflicting our entire region. I don’t know how else to deal with the frustration and despair I feel.
There appears to be no hope of this region rising above the violence and backwardness. Human beings are like flies, you can swat and kill them by the dozens, without even a thought. It seems only the massacre of over 200 people in one explosion can evoke a reaction from us now, and not a strong one too, probably. But if I think of the possible death of one member of my family, I just cant bear the thought. I would be lost without them, devastated, yet people lose family members every day in Iraq, in Lebanon, in Palestine, and it is as if their pain and loss is worth shit. Memories distorted with grief, futures and dreams erased and a present that is so dark, it is not worth the effort to stay alive.
Immigration seems more and more attractive by the day. In the meantime, my TV is permanently switched on to the Comedy Channel.
