For three days now I have tried to not watch the horror that has unfolded in Mumbai. I am un-sure what my motivations are. In the rooms around me, three televisons harmonize incessantly – talking heads on one channel blending into the sound of gunshots on another; the advertisements on the third seguewaying into the robotic chatter that emerges from the laptops scattered on couches. On my laptop’s tiny speakers, the voices appear shriller, the grenades are accompanied by static, the television guests appear more agitated. Continue reading Watching and not-watching →