Hopeless, helpless, human

I can’t remember if it happened in the December 1992, or 1993. If I was nearly eight, or almost nine. If it was the news at six, or at seven.

I was not watching the television, but I was in the room, and it was on. And I didn’t change the channel because some phrase or piece of information hit my ear in a way that intrigued me. I think I still wish that …