I don’t know about you, but I think I’ve seen too much. There are too many things I cannot unsee, the tawdry, ostentatious displays of wealth that some people flaunt and others covet. There are the photographic ghosts of Berlin, Verdun, Stalingrad, Hiroshima.
Some images are immediate. There is the image of the EMTs desperately attempting to resuscitate my neighbour, as he is dying from an overdose.
There is the blue tattoo of numbers, a German “7” prominent in the sequence, of a survivor of the Shoah.
It takes only a little while to see too much. And a lifetime goes by attempting to forget.