I wish it had taken place in judge judy’s court
I went to Auschwitz in 2022, and I’ll never forget the feeling of eating my tour group provided sandwich outside of a gas chamber. I couldn’t believe how strange and stupid and horrifying and weird that was. The last 15 minutes brought me back to that moment, feeling the weight and having nowhere to put it. I don’t find that feeling something to be analyzed or parsed. I think it’s just something that warps time, and throws every little moment into sharp relief. And, at least for me, that’s what this was.