334. Past
Who am I writing for
Awareness and sensibilities
I write for the person who because of his/her awareness and sensibility is a victim of sorts. They are punished for what they see. When growing up, I was taught to feel for children starving in Biafra, for poor whites in West Virginia, and for southern black people. Their suffering is real, but it is basic and obvious. Those struggling to keep their consciousness alive die a thousand deaths. The first group suffers to survive. The second group suffers on all levels, on the micro and macro scales. Their suffering is an appreciation of life in a sense, of its transience, and it pays homage to it.
Who am I writing for
Awareness and sensibilities
I write for the person who because of his/her awareness and sensibility is a victim of sorts. They are punished for what they see. When growing up, I was taught to feel for children starving in Biafra, for poor whites in West Virginia, and for southern black people. Their suffering is real, but it is basic and obvious. Those struggling to keep their consciousness alive die a thousand deaths. The first group suffers to survive. The second group suffers on all levels, on the micro and macro scales. Their suffering is an appreciation of life in a sense, of its transience, and it pays homage to it.
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