It was a sad weekend. Not for me, but for so many people in the world. It seemed as though all the misery in countries afar had seeped into our safe lives. There was the passenger plane that had been shot down while flying over Ukraine. A plane crash is a tragedy no matter where it happens and no matter who is on the flight but there was something about this one that just seemed so foul. That it was shot from the sky like a clay pigeon and exploded over fields of sunflowers and Queen Ann Lace made it seem so much more hideous.
The bodies of people lay in the crops and the poor locals saw them fall from the sky before they landed. One fell through the roof of someones house and into their bedroom. Death is fact of life, brutal and violent death is a horror and should never be a fact. I made the mistake of reading a French journalist's website and viewed photos that he had taken. They were so shocking but I still looked at them, not for any ghoulish reason. I looked because it made me cry and I felt sad for everybody. The passengers, the locals, the relatives. It was sad and ugly.
Then there is the war in Syria. The conflict in the Gaza Strip. I'm never sure if it is getting worse or we see it so much more now.
I wonder about the world sometimes.
It's kind of fucked really.