listening to ilan pappé during your 11pm shower is real stupid, like now it’s 2:30 and i’m harrowed by thoughts of forced marches into the desert when this is designated cry-about-my-cat time
nor can i stop thinking about that photo of the israeli soldiers finding a carpet bag full of money in a palestinian home they wrecked, and who might’ve left it and why, and how many people’s evacuation it might’ve bought.
the soldiers grinning and stealing the cash; what it meant to its owner
