To put it plainly, we are not shocked anymore. Not really, not by the current delivery mechanisms that have risen to fill our feeds, our media intakes, etc. We simulate shock. We perform it at parties. We circulate it over dinner. We feel trapped by it in our minds in our condos and offices and Waymos.Still, nothing knocks us off our feet or shakes our sense of reality. Not like it should, anyway—or maybe we’re completely off our axis all the time now. Maybe we live in shock and we’re in a constant state of shock; PTSD: PERHAPS the gen pop has generalized anxiety run riot. We’re inmates during a prison break. And because we live and breathe like this, nothing truly interrupts the stasis. Another tragedy, another victim, another abuser; we masticate it, digest it, feign disbelief at the feast and move on.