I blogged something about the origins of war the other day. An item of theory, an academic disquisition. Clean words on a screen. And then today I came across this report on child soldiers in Colombia. And their stories are smeared in torture, killings and fear. And they're just another drop of rain-data brewed up by the daily info-storm which runs towards oblivion down the mental windows embedded in our souls. And I feel like a shit. And know not what to do, except push "save" and share it with you.
(full report here)
So many times I have had the same feeling when it comes to what I actually do each day, compared to what's surrounding me, centimeters or light years away from the clean surface of my skin.
How hollow and shallow all my ideological excuses feel when reminded with words and pictures of the fact that I am an active cog of a "wealth-of-the-few" society.
Part of me just wants to somehow stop.
Then I push "save" and move on.
Wonder where all those words and images are, stored somewhere in my neuro hard drive, where conscience can't find them.
Posted by: fabio at September 19, 2003 03:47 PM