“Spam, Desensitized, Death, Mourning, Dog-Killer Joke, Crows…” 2021/11/14 This entire thing started while cooking some spam for lunch, dinner, and tomorrow’s breakfast. Don’t worry, I do have an option of pasta but I usually cook big batches of food for quick reheats. Comes with the territory of living alone. Food prep. Yesterday, I was talking to a coworker about I know I am desensitized with death to a certain degree. Sure, I may feel uncomfortable at scenes but it is not the morbidity that grosses me out. It is the thought that connections are severed and unless the living is prepared, they are devastated. I recalled that time when I was a child and I watched my puppy killed in front of me. I was trying to coax it from exiting under the car (it likes to sleep there to the cement’s cool surface). But it was still young and its notions of danger were still inexistent. I watched it try to wake and at the moment the car began to go on reverse, it was startled. It ran right into the...