Dear Myles,
Every day, I hear the news that does not feel like news. Why do they call it news, anyway?
It’s the same thing, every day—old, repeated, perfunctory. And if it did not involve the death of children, perhaps I would even add the word dull to the list. Because how does death become news? How does death become daily news?
How does the world keep tilting, unchanged, knowing that we—its inhabitants, made a little lower than the angels—have killed its children without mercy or shame?
How does the earth have the audacity to tilt for global warming but not catch fire over it’s children dying?