When Michael Jackson died in 2008, Achewood ran a comic in which the characters discuss the King of Pop’s passing. One of the character’s compared the event to hearing that another Space Shuttle has blown up.
Everything about it is so big you ain’t got the synaptic bandwidth to process the girth of the grief.
That phrase has always stuck with me. “you ain’t got the synaptic bandwidth to process the girth of the grief”
It popped back into my head last week as the world witnessed the disaster unfolding in Japan. All week long I’ve seen people struggle to come to terms with what they have been seeing. Me included. People just seemed stumped, unable to process it.
But as I sit here writing this, it of course occurs to me, that what ever about having the synaptic bandwidth to cope with seeing images of this horror, imagine living through it? I can’t. So i’ll stop writing.