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may, 1940.

invasion of holland.
invasion of belgium.
five-hundred-thousand dead.
the germans cross the french border.
impossible to think of anything else, to feel anything else.

[in america] there is no place to sit and talk. you are rushed by the waitress. the radios blare so loudly one is deafened. the lights stun you. noise and light are amplified until the senses become dulled. the news is terrible.

in europe the machines are killing people. here the machines seem to have dehumanized people. there are few amenities, the softening use of courtesy to palliate the cruelties of life. under the guise of honesty, people are brutal to each other.