The day of not knowing what to say
I hadn't even heard of the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo until I learned that terrorists had attacked its office and killed 12 people.
And now I feel sad, very sad, for my species. I feel so sad that I can't even get angry at the incredible stupidity (or alternatively, carefully calculated act of intimidation, provocation, whatever) of killing people over cartoons.
I couldn't post anything on Facebook tonight; I just felts somehow obliged to mourn in silence. I couldn't return to my personal posting on LJ either because everything else suddenly seemed trivial.
And I can't even explain why it is exactly this particular act of violence of all that's been happening on the planet, or even in my Europe, made me feel this way.
*goes back to silence*
And now I feel sad, very sad, for my species. I feel so sad that I can't even get angry at the incredible stupidity (or alternatively, carefully calculated act of intimidation, provocation, whatever) of killing people over cartoons.
I couldn't post anything on Facebook tonight; I just felts somehow obliged to mourn in silence. I couldn't return to my personal posting on LJ either because everything else suddenly seemed trivial.
And I can't even explain why it is exactly this particular act of violence of all that's been happening on the planet, or even in my Europe, made me feel this way.
*goes back to silence*