You cry for those you read about. The sorrow filled, tear stained stories of those lost for stupid, stupid reasons. 9/11? Sure. They were people too. Fathers, mothers, daughters, brothers, lovers, people. They deserve your tears as much as the people you don't cry about dying from starvation in a back alley somewhere. Cry. God knows it's something to cry about...

But I don't. Your tears are enough for the graves of the people whose stories you hear. I'd rather cry for the people who's stories I don't.

"When people run in circles,
It's a very, very mad world."