We can doom scroll, inviting the blue-light of our devices to sear this violence into our minds and hearts and lungs.
We can intellectualize and analyze and connect, drawing the throughline between patriarchy and imperialism and violence.
We can call our reps, we can protest, we can yell into social media.
We can organize, we can hold our loved ones tighter, we can also isolate and withdraw.
In the end, we were never created to handle this much grief and pain and death.
In the end, we are all just trying to make sense of this place:
- Where there is no time to exhale before we must grasp our next breath.
- Where there is no room to cry before the next crisis breaches our digital and physical boundaries.
- Where there are no adequate words to articulate this abhorrent reality.