I sometimes stare at the local news. I’ll watch it when I’m feeding Pearl. It’s news. Sometimes people are dead or outraged. I’m feeding a baby. I rarely leave my house.
Sometimes I ride my bike to Walgreens. I sit in front of my computer and move my mouse and keyboard. Something somewhere explodes.
Somebody will give an opinion, and then somebody else will give an opinion. I’ll make a peanut butter and jelly foldover. It gets dark and my wife washes the children. News people report the news. I’ll drink a beer.
I will remember things I’ve forgotten, and be worried that we won’t have enough money to exist. I’ll make a document on my computer and stare at it. A newscaster will say what other people have done. There’s a fire somewhere. Guns, everywhere, and I’m eating an orange.
The news exists. I’ll watch it, and likely not process the terrible things that have happened. Afterwards, I will watch a movie or pee or something. I’ll stare at my phone for thirty minutes and then go to sleep.