Apathy
In a lecture, my hand is dutifully inscribing various mortality statistics of left-wing terrorism in 1970 Italy, while my mind is thinking "Only 100 deaths?", and shortly after that, my conscience is kicking me in the head and demanding that I attempt to actually envision a hundred people dying and feel appropriately terrified that I'm becoming dangerously apathetic to death, falling into the trap of endemic desensitivity plaguing our modern world, where it's perfectly all right to watch two people viciously cutting each others' throats but dirty and smutty to watch two people pleasure each other, but I'll stop now because this sentence is getting too long.
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