Our wings are melting...

I’m curious as to the repercussions of Arafat’s death. Whether some violently evolved rendition of Fatah will rise from his ashes, or Israel will look upon his passing as timely for wanton, self-fulfilling prophecies. Maybe a worthy successor will assume leadership of the PLO and wage for peace. Maybe Hamas will slip into obscurity. Maybe Palestinians will suffer weeks without a leader, which ironically appears appropriate considering they have limited international status as an independent state…closer to none. There was a point when I would’ve made inchoate assumptions as to what the future may hold…but I’ve learned my lesson. Nothing goes as planned, as hoped, so I’m simply throwing my hands up in frustration and failure, waiting to see just how much nearer to an apocalypse we can draw before we suffer the fate of Icarus.

P.S. They’re holding the memorial service in Cairo simply to avoid crossing through Israeli border controls. Understandable, yes, but no less disparaging. What kind of world are we living in that even in death we must fear our enemies? Fucking ridiculous.