Earthquake in Italy. Can’t really say much about it though, since I’m so tired that I feel sick and sore and can barely see straight.
I feel very bad about this. Knot in the stomach bad. Awful things happen yet the Earth keeps turning. At work, people are more concerned about their coffee breaks than destruction half a world away. We can be very caring as a species but it’s like we all make conscious decisions to just not care about certain people, because caring about everybody is simply too hard.
For instance, last week, how many of us saw this little boy?:
And then how many of us actually picked up a phone, or our wallet, or our suitcases and actually committed to do something to help the children of Syria? The sheer fatalism in his expression is so heartbreaking. In a situation this shitty, it’s hard to know what to do. The Guardian listed medical charities who are helping in this warzone… but you know what? I understand that these organizations do amazing and important work, and deserve every penny anyone could give them, but I couldn’t help thinking that I’d rather stop the bombs from falling than just help pay to clean up the mess. I want people to stop doing this to little kids. I don’t know about you.
Tired. Fed up. Want kids to stop dying. Want the world to be better.