Naomi Cataldo

Today, as every year, many capitals and institutions around the world pause to commemorate the atrocities of the past. Memory is a sacred act, a moral commitment to prevent the brutality of man toward his fellow beings from repeating itself. But to what extent can we consider our duty of memory fulfilled when the world continues to consume a systemic tragedy before our eyes? When we speak of genocide, many nations rightly evoke the most devastating historical experience of the twentieth...

Every year we celebrate it as if it were an act of freedom. The countdown, the toast, the collective promise that this time it will be different. The new year arrives loaded with moral expectations: improve yourself, get back in shape, work harder (or better), love better, finally be “enough.” New Year’s Eve has become the great secular ritual of our time: an illusion of control over time, over the future, over ourselves. And yet, if we stop for a moment, a less comforting truth emerges: the...