From BBC: “Police images show where the students’ badly burnt bodies were discovered. Gabriel Ferez and Laurent Bonomo, both 23, had been tied up and stabbed almost 250 times during the attack.”

i clicked on the link labeled “WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGES” because i wanted to see how “shocking” it had been as described by the firefighters and paramedics (also because they were the same age as me), but it seems that the editorial decision had been made to publish them with the most important thing - the two bodies - neatly excised from the scene using photoshop. what was the point then? what was the warning for? that we would all sit there imagining for ourselves the squalid, somewhat undignified deaths of the two foreign students? filling in the blanks with our vivid imagination which runneth over?

there is never any need to erase words on a page. what is will always be.

that should be obvious enough for me to not have to write it out. but i dont think you will ever understand this. but at least i will have my writing to remind me.

“Children and adults sucked with delight on the delicious little green roosters of insomnia, the exquisite pink fish of insomnia, and the tender yellow ponies of insomnia, so that dawn on Monday found the whole town awake. No one was alarmed at first. On the contrary, they were happy at not sleeping because there was so much to do in Macondo in those days that there was barely enough time… Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia for dreams, tried all kinds of methods of exhausting themselves…”

the insomniac villagers of Macondo also gradually find that another side-effect of insomnia is the loss of memory of even the names of things. in this early passage from Marquez’s One Hundred Years in Solitude, Aureliano copes by inscribing the names of objects on themselves and leaving instructional signs around.

“little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realised that the day might come when things would be recognised by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use…”