|Foto: Astrid Nydahl|
Carrying on as normal is not defiance. Or strength. It is the default. When someone dies in our family, we carry on as before because the alternative is to lie down under our duvet and hope the world goes away. And sometimes we even try that for a bit, too. But in the end, reluctantly, we default and carry on as normal. This does not make us strong. Or united. It makes us desperate to feel better. This country is sick. It is calling out for a doctor. We need to know what will cure us. What action do we take? What do we do? How can we stop the hurt? I look back to the missing persons and see little Saffie Roussos, smiling aged eight, now confirmed dead. And I wonder if we are too sick to be saved.