I am fucked up now. The Palestinian death toll is stuck at 35,000, not because deaths haven't risen, but because Israel has destroyed the people and systems to track the bodies. Yet, I still have to go work to make money to pay for my survival, forcing myself to live in a dead world.

There is no time or place to process the pain. Mainstream narratives shuffle society through the agony, telling us how to feel to distract us from feeling, but the sorrow doesn't disappear.