the bodies of Kisangani

watching Hubert Sauper's Kisangani Diary was tough. the bodies are too much. look like something out of a horror movie. they pick up a small boy that has been left for dead. he is too skeletal to cry out. lord help us.

i dont know what it means to starve. or to live in fear of being raped or killed. i dont know what it means to be truly poor. i feel guilty for being overly concerned with having clear skin and fashionable shoes while people are starving. damn im pampered.

the sight of starving people is harrowing.,the knowledge that they would soon all be murdered is unfathomable.

ignorance is bliss, once you are made aware you cant possibly live as if you arent? can you?