Osama bin Laden has been killed, they say. Let us cheer, they say. I say: Are we happy now? Are we relieved? Are we worried? Are we afraid? What does this mean? What does this say?
I will not celebrate anything. I will not mourn anything. I will not discuss politics or war or duty or life or death. I will just feel empty and strange.
People are shouting and howling and cheering and I sit blankly because I feel nothing, just hollow. Sad relief, I guess. I don't know. I don't feel happy. I may feel other things later. The man was evil in my eyes. His crimes were horrifying and atrocious and unthinkable. People insist that his death is cause for joy. But I don't feel joy. Joy for death is not ever something I want to feel. Why should I feel anything right now? Why must people tell me how to feel? I don't tell them how to feel.
Author Ursula Vernon says things well:
http://www.redwombatstudio.com/blog/?p=4576
I miss New York. I miss my birthplace. I miss the city of my childhood.
That is all.
I will not celebrate anything. I will not mourn anything. I will not discuss politics or war or duty or life or death. I will just feel empty and strange.
People are shouting and howling and cheering and I sit blankly because I feel nothing, just hollow. Sad relief, I guess. I don't know. I don't feel happy. I may feel other things later. The man was evil in my eyes. His crimes were horrifying and atrocious and unthinkable. People insist that his death is cause for joy. But I don't feel joy. Joy for death is not ever something I want to feel. Why should I feel anything right now? Why must people tell me how to feel? I don't tell them how to feel.
Author Ursula Vernon says things well:
http://www.redwombatstudio.com/blog/?p=4576
I miss New York. I miss my birthplace. I miss the city of my childhood.
That is all.