… to read every single article in every single newspaper, travel from blog to blog assimilating first person accounts, updates and pictures, and feel sadly disconnected from it all.
It’s possible…
… to feel a wave of admiration for the unyielding denizens of my city and anger at their ‘resilience’ born out of helplessness.
It’s possible…
… to be shamelessly grateful that none who perished were my own, and feel a strange ache for the friend’s friend who wasn’t so lucky.
It’s possible…
To be relieved that one is far from it all, and feel a faint sense of betrayal that one is far from it all.
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