My Cousin
A thought experiment about a cousin who delivers terrible news every morning, and what that says about watching the news.
I have a cousin who messages me every morning.
He says horrible shit: “Shayan did you just hear about this kid dying in a Fire in Spain?”
No I answer. I didn’t know that. So sad…
Then the next day: “Shayan, did you hear!?”
What I ask?
“People are starving in this war zone. Its horrible man.”
I’m so sorry to hear that…
My gut wrenches.
“Shayan what’s up!?”
Oh god I think. Here we go again as I clench my stomach…
You wouldn’t listen to this cousin for too long would you?
How long would you respond to his texts?
Then why do you watch the news?
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