ver these last horrific months, Instagram has exploded with catastrophic images and videos of the genocide taking place in Gaza. We have seen formerly incubated babies found abandoned on hospital beds, huge craters where apartment buildings and neighbourhoods once stood, bones emerging from rubble. One particular video haunts me. I watch it on my phone. I watch it again. A dust-covered, anguished father crawls towards his limp, grey, dead 10-month-old baby. He covers him with his body. He holds the baby rocking and rocking him. He slaps the floor with his hand. He cries out over and over. Then the energy changes, suddenly terrifying, suddenly shocking.
