I Didn't Know You.

Remembering Camille Lepage.

“The death of a journalist is a cruel pain, like a piece of his own flesh being ripped off.
The death of a young journalist is even more painful: it is the suffering that removed a person who had the life ahead. A life of discoveries, stories, camaraderie, commitments and loves…
The death of a young talented journalist is an injustice: what law deprives us on his look, his words, his intelligence?”

Indifference.

Indifference is the rain that falls upon you as well as me. It doesn't give a damn who we are or what we do.
It is the predator sinking its teeth onto its victims neck. It is hungry. No offense.
It is when you feel nothing, null and void.