It was the day that the news broke from Bucha. I mean it was Tuesday. I went out for lunch to have bún chả. That's a Hanoian dish of white rice noodles (the "bún") with pork meatballs (the "chả") in a sweet and sour broth. I suppose you also had lunch that day.
I think that you communicate very openly and honestly a feeling that I certainly recognise of being overwhelmed by multiple, simultaneous and often contradictory waves of thoughts. It's like being hit by a tsunami of moral complexities which then retreats and sucks the sand from beneath my feet. And I remember feeling it even more keenly when I was working in Sri Lanka, in a culture in which I had not grown up, where I was even less certain of the available moral choices. It's tough. But at least you are trying to grapple with the complexities of it all. If you started spouting absolute moral certainties - then would be the time to be truly worried.
I think that you communicate very openly and honestly a feeling that I certainly recognise of being overwhelmed by multiple, simultaneous and often contradictory waves of thoughts. It's like being hit by a tsunami of moral complexities which then retreats and sucks the sand from beneath my feet. And I remember feeling it even more keenly when I was working in Sri Lanka, in a culture in which I had not grown up, where I was even less certain of the available moral choices. It's tough. But at least you are trying to grapple with the complexities of it all. If you started spouting absolute moral certainties - then would be the time to be truly worried.