And I don’t mean funny – ha ha.
The other day I drove to the office. Non
eventful. Got to my desk at OH dark thirty AM and was settling in to my
day’s work. I hear from another new arrival that there is a fire on,
or near, the bridge over the interstate. “Oh well,
probably just a homeless encampment”, and we stood there at the window
and watched the flames shoot 20 to 30 feet into the air.
It was funny, weird. That we could stand there and
stare and think that it was “just” some poor homeless creatures
belonging going up in flames. No other feelings. Just a cold, detached
stare. No matter. Someone’s already destroyed
life now in ashes. Are we that cold as humans that we don’t feel; we
don’t care.
We never did bother to find out the details. Was
it a homeless camp on the abandoned railroad bridge? Was it a burning
car on the freeway? We can’t be bothered to find out the details of
tragedies that don’t affect our lives. Our little
selfish, lives. Or maybe we are too concerned about our own little
problems?
