been reading a lot for school. just finished “cannery row” by john steinbeck.
it reminded me of disaster porn. it’s like staring at a car wreck from the safety and security of a traffic jam. sure i’m frustrated that poverty sucks and nothing can seem to be done about it. but if i get out of my car and try to help, all i’ll do is gum up the works trying to do something and there’s not really much can be done. i mean, i’m only one car accident away from being the one getting stared at, right?
we all are. none of us are so far away that we wouldn’t be like the sad sacks of men in steinbeck’s books. we are all so very close.