Because . . . because it happened. Because somewhere, at this moment, someone is chained to a post in a locked bedroom, knowing only that they wish they were somewhere else, because somewhere else a young woman is dying from cancer, because somewhere else, a man with one arm and cataracts is wishing things were different, because somewhere else, a lady is being beaten, because somewhere else, a homeless teenager is wondering why his dad walked out on him, because somewhere else, a young child is wondering what it must be like to be able to walk, because somewhere else, two friends are mere seconds from dying in a car accident, because somewhere else, a man just landed his dream job and will soon begin planning his suicide, because somewhere else, a virus is claiming the life of a woman who has spent twenty years of her life feeding the poor, because somewhere else, sadness is overwhelming a sad man, because somewhere else, a beautiful model with long flowing blonde hair is finding a patch of dark skin on her arm and thinking about how her mother died of cancer, because somewhere else, a dog has just been hit by a car and two small children who love it very much don’t realize it has happened, because somewhere else a young girl wants to play the guitar, but she can’t because she is afraid that if she tries, she will fail, because somewhere else, another boy must go without breakfast, and you know what? There’s no answers. To any of it. It’s just how things work, then one fine day, it all just ends.