A Crisis of Empathy

The cost of caring in a pandemic

People caring for each other. But they literally look alike, so they could still be assholes. (Image via Getty)

I used to fantasize about murdering the man who hurt my sister. They were my daytime thoughts, which I indulged in to soothe the nightmares. The ones that I had over and over, when I closed my eyes. The ones where he would kill everyone in the …