Mass Death Does Not Move Me

I’ve reached a point of my life where most humans might as well be paper cut out dolls.

What I mean is I find them all too common and alike. It’s a bit boring and droll.

Aspects of people’s lives just seem identical and interchangeable. Are these people really alive?

Everyone drives a stupid pickup truck. Everyone is vaping with the latest vaporizers. Whole groups of people are indistinguishable from one other.

So, if people die in the destruction of a building, or if they get caught up in a mass killing which is inevitable in this day and age… Why should I care too much?