everthere

The instrumental title track of Sophia's new album was inspired by the true story of a father and son who one day decide to go for a stroll along the British shore. Surprised by the spring tide, they get in trouble. The father has a cell phone and manages to alert the coast guard. Nevertheless, they could not be saved in time. They drowned.

This morning, I watched the hanging of Saddam Hussein on the Internet. Apparently, one of the people present thought it was a Kodak moment and decided to try the video function of his cell phone. Today, it's available for all our viewing pleasure.
How fucked up is that? To watch a murder while sipping your wake up coffee. It may not have been a death for no reason, it is still murder.
And I can't believe how fucked up I am. For watching it. And for thinking whoever filmed it clearly has no sense of cinema and should not be allowed to use a camera ever again.

How does one make sense of this increasingly complex and complicated world? Is there any sense to be made?
Maybe we can find comfort in our awareness. We may not have the answers, but we have the questions. And that is something.
Nevertheless, it seems clear that technology won't save us.