Yellow Tape : 01.17.03 @ 2:50 pm

The bus, despite making multiple stops already, was still crowded though strangely silent for strangers never talk to strangers here.
We stopped at a corner, just a street away from my own, and right ahead of us, roped off with bright yellow tape and orange cones was a car accident.
There were three cars - a truck, relatively unharmed and two smaller cars that were totaled. One of the smaller cars was a blue and the roof had been cut off to free whoever was trapped inside. The other, was a small white car whose front was totally crushed in and the hood was painted red with blood. Someone - or more then one - died in that accident. You don't loose that much blood and survive. Being disgustedly human and American to boot, almost every kid had their head out the window, commenting excitedly about the blood, the amount of damange done to the cars.
I felt sick. Not from the blood, the gore, from the accident itself, but from the reaction of my peers. How many of them thought about the dead one's family? What of their children, their significant other? What if one of the people in the accident is paralyzed as a result? All these lives, changed in a blink of an eye and these kids are... being human. What makes people stop, slow down, and make comments like that about car accidents? Are people just a meaningless face to them, always?

On a different note I have got to say that my respect for America just grows by leaps and bounds. (read article)
I'm too disgusted with my country at the moment for various reasons to comment too much on that article.

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music: Dilate (CD) - Ani Difranco
mood: sad

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