A few months ago, I was at a museum about world war II. They had these displays of film footage from the ghettos in Warsaw. They were like, installed in these special viewing things. Like looking down into a barrel or something – built so that you’d have to be grown up, or at least tall, to look in. And on the outside, it says, “not for sensitive viewers.”

So I looked in, and guess what, I’m a sensitive viewer. There are some things I just can’t look at anymore, usually ones involving dead bodies. It’s not so much that I can’t handle the gore… it’s what it reminds me of. I guess I never understood until now. My eyes can take it, my brain can deal, too. But my memory is its own thing. So now, as a sensitive viewer.