It's hard to talk about anything while Israel, fresh from devastating Gaza, has begun a war against Iran, Trump is hastily leaving the G-7 summit while talking about evacuating Tehran, and the Russian invasion of Ukraine has been going on for over three years, all with a bloody toll in human lives.
We're living through something close to the "piecemeal World War," as Pope Francis spoke of. And it's not just the succession of events—one serious, the other more so—but the realization that either there's no one at the wheel, or those who would like to brake can't, and those who could brake don't want to, as if we'd entered a kind of free-for-all of violating human rights to tweak borders or strengthen complex relationships. Together, we're riding an out-of-control roller coaster.
Above all, in a world of screens like this one, we go from kitten videos to the Iranian newscaster leaving the set, completely frightened, amidst the roar and dust of the missile that landed live on the television while she was in front of the camera. We enter and exit the real horror of our daily lives, which now depend on the end of the school year, the Midsummer Eve festival, and the holidays. These are times to manage a bearable information diet and to take care not to add more chaos to the psychological instability to which such a contrasting situation leads us. And they are also times to value what we have and what we take (now, it seems, wrongly) for granted.
