Will

I feel sick being alive in this moment. We have been watching children in Gaza be blown to pieces for over two years. I just watched a video of a father in the West Bank falling to the ground when he heard his child was beat to death with hammers in Israeli prison. We are watching immigrant children in the U.S. hunted, detained, and caged. We are watching Lebanese, and Iranian children killed by Israel and then erased by the news cycle. Disabled Palestinians in the U.S. like Wael Tarabashi effectively sentenced to death because the state abducted his father. Children imprisoned, at Dilly protesting just to be free. And it keeps going. Sudan. Congo. Haiti. Yemen. Children starved, bombed, disappeared, trafficked. Some of it livestreamed. Most of it buried. What’s breaking my brain is not just the violence. It’s that we are seeing it. We watched Alex Pretti take ten shots to the face. We watched Epstein run a child trafficking operation for years with full elite protection. That alone should have collapsed this entire system. It didn’t. The abduction of Nicolás Maduro barely lasted a couple of news cycles. Children being slaughtered doesn’t get a second glance. They’re buying platforms to censor us. They’re throttling reach. They’re criminalizing speech. But even when people do know, even when it’s undeniable, even when it’s right in front of us, what happens? Nothing. The world keeps functioning like this is background noise. Like mass death is just content. Like awareness without consequence is supposed to be enough. I don’t know how people are pretending this is normal. I don’t know how we’re supposed to metabolize this much horror and still be okay. I don’t know what it means to survive in a world that keeps proving, over and over, that children are disposable as long as power is protected. It feels like we’re being trained to tolerate the intolerable. To treat mass death as content. To live inside a feed where the truth is constantly visible and constantly consequence-free. What the hell is going on?