The scale of destruction in Gaza is incomprehensible to me. Like, I see the picture, I know it’s awful, I feel for those affected, but there’s some kind of disconnect.

It’s the same feeling when I look at images of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Just all emotion is preempted by a numbness, an inability to process. It’s difficult for me to explain, actually. It’s a picture of gray rubble that used to be people and their homes and workplaces and gathering places, but the picture is totally depersonalized. Actually, maybe that’s the point.