Just another twenty-something's musings on life, occasional rants and phone photos, and copius fashion/scenic/food/quote reblogs.
Today one of the presenting groups in class showed a video of Phnom Penh’s torture centre - come - museum “S21” and the killing fields. Reminded me of visiting there a few years ago. It’s an affront to everything you believe in to see hundreds of black and white photos of faces that were later tortured and killed; paintings (by a very few artists who escaped by agreeing to paint propaganda for the Khmer Rouge) depicting disgustingly creative methods of causing pain; old human bones sitting on the ground; large grassed-over pits where headless corpses were buried en masse, and the growing realisation that the people who did this were not madmen, not evil by nature, not just following orders, but… people like you and me. And if they are capable of such atrocities, are you? Am I?
Monday nights = dinner and study sesh with my lovely housemates.
Everyone in the world comes at some point to suffering,
I wonder when I will; I wonder.
Everyone is out searching for someone or something,
I wonder what I’ll find, I wonder.
all our bruised bodies and the whole heart shrinks, La Dispute
Putting on weight again. Feel revolting :(