Sad Again

Survivors of Indonesia Blast Are Left Stunned and Searching

I wish i had anything poignant or interesting or original to say about the violence in the world. I never write about it because i never feel like i do. Today is no different in that respect, but maybe i’m sadder. What makes me sadder this time? Maybe it’s the number, like there’s a ceiling that makes it most painful, 100? 150? Is it that i can relate easily? That i can relate easily to kids in a nightclub. The same as to office workers downtown. Bombs seem to be blowing people to bits every day, but i don’t feel like this everyday.

Wishing for world peace used to sound cliche, but now it sounds like the only wish worth having. That’s all for today.

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