From the safety of our winter living rooms, we watched them fall. 

Heads spinning. 

Minds unable to pull away from the tiny snippets. 

Watching it all unfold via fragmented reports, artificial glows. 

Another cup of coffee. Breathing in the aroma. 

Regaining some sensitivity before being sucked back to the slaughter. 

Once and for all, desensitized, we finally left the house and carried on as normal.