Melbourne

Thank you kindly, accepted with a hug. I find myself morbidly drawn to similar stories or reports myself - sometimes as a way of feeling something very intensely so that life makes more sense again. At some point the brain probably needs to flush out or resolve some of those vicarious experiences....?

Fwiw, I have actually visited China once, on a school trip in the late 90s, and the schools we visited were still relatively impoverished despite being in Beijing (I won't forget how their minds were blown by good quality graphic tees and sparkly pens and butterfly clips). But we had a great time being put up in hotels and travelling around in air conditioned buses. I hardly think about that trip though. Or China for that matter. I wonder if it's some kind of deep internal guilt trip thinking about how the world seems to be inching closer to conflict and instability? Dooooooom...