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Fear and Loathing in Los Angeles: Part 1
Chapter one of eight
Chapter 1: The Beginning
The last six months have been intense, eye-opening, scary, and terrorizing but also empowering, exciting, and full of inspiration.
It has been particularly hard to sit and watch a genocide play out on social media. Every time I opened my phone, there would be images of children being murdered, Israel terrorizing Palestinians, men handcuffed and with their shirts off being paraded through the streets. How could anyone not see these images and notice the similarities to the Holocaust? The similarities of the Rwandan genocide, and the Cambodian genocide to the current genocide actively happening in front of our eyes? Do our governments really take us to be such fools?
The first two months were mostly full of depression. I felt a sort of overwhelming dread. What is the point of living in such a world where things like this can happen and no one can do anything about it?
I spent a lot of time sleeping. Work became extremely hard to do, especially because I work on the computer. I noticed how important it was to get away from the computer. To completely disconnect. But how can I do that regularly when my income and my job rely on me working from a computer?
