Anderson Cooper saving a boy in Haiti during a shooting. A slab of concrete was dropped of the boys head.
Anderson fucking Cooper, everyone.
Some journalists like to be strictly observers. they don’t intervene, they don’t participate. they just document what they see, even if what they see is terrible. But the way I see it, journalists don’t exist in a vacuum. They are human beings, living and working in a very human environment. And that humanity is essential in relating to their stories. When you lose your humanity, you lose any kind of journalistic integrity you have left.
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The mountains like bones
go by, not thinking of you.
This is the emptiest thought:
to not miss you any longer.
To forget the peaks and
moments and miles you
piled atop dinner plates and
into paintings. To strive
to recall the white skin on
the shelf of your hip. To arrive
in a flat bright city at
midnight and step from
a new blue truck, see a
different light, breathe
a different breath without
noticing you are not there.
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