The news is dead

The news is dead. The tv shows a show, binges topics.

My guest parents watch the news every night. Trying to capture nuance, they watch and watch, keep watching, opinions of different parties. Yet, despite their efforts, there is no way they’ll ever truly grasp the full spectrum of it all, the emotions; it stays a show after all. We can only imagine.. rape, war, death..?

People cry, people die. Real. People. As I weep in the arms of my loved ones, my heart aches for those who lack the solace of safe arms. I’m crying salt for my sisters far away, yet not so far away.

Let’s just love and be compassionate, man, I mean, the world doesn’t need more hate than it already has. Smile when on a walk, spread positivity. Don’t take yourself so serious. Take a moment of silence for your fellow humans. And dude, there is no need to be so frustrated over a silly driver or whatever.

I’m giving you a hug, for you to multiply.

P.S. Remind me of the hug when I see you in town. :)


picture by Tomas Tihonov