I don't know why we buy newspapers anymore.
It is sponsored hatred splattered all over the front pages now, big portraits of criminals smiling through their lying teeth, stories of injustice, and rape almost a daily staple that keeps the press churning.
Besides the papers print more than 12 hours stale news.
I don't know why I read news anymore, minute by minute update thanks to the internet.
This daily barrage of information, none of which is pleasant, is traumatic to say the least.
It is a privilege to feel assaulted by things you read, instead of actually living them.
I know, I have been on both sides. .
I don't know why we keep quiet, as if silenced by the solace that this won't happen to us.
And even if it were never to happen to us, how long would you close your eyes, shut your ears, cuff your hands, and lock your tongue?
Till there is no one left, except the silence in your head, and the mournings of the dead?