Paris

I was harsh about FB shows of solidarity with Paris yesterday. I feel like I have two speeds — callous crankiness and abject freakout. I think that all our contrasting sensibilities are sloshing into each other at full speed on the internet. It wasn’t the flag filters that wrong-footed me, and it wasn’t the expressions of sorrow exactly. And it wasn’t even the fact that we all (me t00) failed by not caring about Beirut until Paris came along. It’s the sudden leap to pat memorializing. City of lights, city of love, Paris in the springtime, blah blah blah. People are dead. Shit is fucked up. We don’t any of us know what we’re talking about. Anyway, the news coverage today helped it all sink in a little more, and I’m sorry.

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