Sometimes silence speaks louder than Twitter
On November 13th, when a group of terrorists murdered 130 people in Paris without justification, I said nothing. Their aim was to provoke fear and chaos in the western world, and to cause tensions between otherwise peaceful peoples to spill into violence. And in response, I said nothing. The attack unfolded in front of near-constant background chatter from the peanut gallery that is the internet, but still I said nothing. I wanted to — I wanted to join in, help out, and say something useful or comforting or meaningful. But in the end, I decided to say nothing at all.



