For years now, I’ve often wondered if I would ever feel true outrage, like the kind I see on the internet everyday.
I wondered what it would be like to experience the need to type-shout in all-caps, as to force-feed my hyphenated-mashings down into the eye sockets of whomever might happen to be reading my words. 
Ex: “Really? AGAIN? Ugh. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN..”
But the outrage never came. No matter how hard I tried, how deeply I strained, gritted and churned. The best I could ever muster was a craned neck or a half-assed sulk. But most often just a plain “hmmm” while my finger tapped my lips. 
It is this kind of emotional impotence that will serve as the fin de siècle of the terminally unoffended. A sort of cool white mask that just covers your whole being.
Eventually you’ll pick up a copy of Kinfolk Magazine, or learn how to properly use a slow cooker, and just gradually slip into the soothing mists of aesthetic sublimation, where everything you say or hear rings profoundly hollow, like some dumb fucking seashell you found at the beach.  
True compassion is to suffer invisibly, even when in plain sight.  

For years now, I’ve often wondered if I would ever feel true outrage, like the kind I see on the internet everyday.

I wondered what it would be like to experience the need to type-shout in all-caps, as to force-feed my hyphenated-mashings down into the eye sockets of whomever might happen to be reading my words. 

Ex: “Really? AGAIN? Ugh. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN..”

But the outrage never came. No matter how hard I tried, how deeply I strained, gritted and churned. The best I could ever muster was a craned neck or a half-assed sulk. But most often just a plain “hmmm” while my finger tapped my lips. 

It is this kind of emotional impotence that will serve as the fin de siècle of the terminally unoffended. A sort of cool white mask that just covers your whole being.

Eventually you’ll pick up a copy of Kinfolk Magazine, or learn how to properly use a slow cooker, and just gradually slip into the soothing mists of aesthetic sublimation, where everything you say or hear rings profoundly hollow, like some dumb fucking seashell you found at the beach.  

True compassion is to suffer invisibly, even when in plain sight.  

Gaza: citizen journalism round-up
Reactions to Israel’s five-day bombing campaign in Gaza have been posted all over the web, with some arguing that these firsthand witness accounts and real-time citizen journalism are more interesting than some of the mainstream media coverage. Below is a selection of online content we have come across. Do share your own picks of blogs and sites that are covering the conflict in the comments thread.
Gaza: citizen journalism round-up Reactions to Israel’s five-day bombing campaign in Gaza have been posted all over the web, with some arguing that these firsthand witness accounts and real-time citizen journalism are more interesting than some of the mainstream media coverage. Below is a selection of online content we have come across. Do share your own picks of blogs and sites that are covering the conflict in the comments thread.
PALESTINE
After a fourth day of Israeli attacks and Palestinian casualty figures rising to more than 370, there came the first signs of diplomatic activity getting under way as the EU discussed a call for a “humanitarian pause” that would require a ceasefire and the cooperation of both sides.
Two of today’s victims were girls aged four and 11, who were killed as they rode on a donkey cart in northern Gaza.

PALESTINE

After a fourth day of Israeli attacks and Palestinian casualty figures rising to more than 370, there came the first signs of diplomatic activity getting under way as the EU discussed a call for a “humanitarian pause” that would require a ceasefire and the cooperation of both sides.

Two of today’s victims were girls aged four and 11, who were killed as they rode on a donkey cart in northern Gaza.