Disappear. Been thinking about the past 16 months a lot, what has changed and what hasn't, but also mostly about what we've lost, given how violence has become normalized, how cruel, unkind words are spewed daily from the highest seats of leadership and power, how all the truths we hold dear -- justice and fairness, humanity and rights, compassion and freedom -- are constantly rendered secondary to the idea that killing is necessary, that it is what must happen, in order to respect these truths. The discussions should be more complex than either-or, but the simplistic narratives we are told is part of the brutality: it tells us that the things that matter are unimportant, that certain lives are more valuable than others, and no, no discussion might be had because negotiation and compromise are not welcome, this is the only way, these are the new rules. I wonder about the silences we keep, the times we bite our tongues, the moments when we are paralyzed by fear. And I wonder about the ghosts we have nurtured, how they remain among us, how they are gone. How we might be losing ourselves, too, in the past 16 months. How we should, must, resist this disappearance. #Duterte#count#Killings Art by Didier Alarcon at @provenanceartgallery.