My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
I don’t think anyone will ever be able to fully comprehend the extent of intergenerational trauma that is being created right now as we speak. This will be a stain on the history of humanity forever.
In his eyeglasses with a strap so he doesn't lose them and his cute hedgehog water bottle is a morbid reflection of our depravity and moral cowardice. Every child these pedophile bastards have killed was loved dearly. This nation is a 250-year stain on humanity.