This line from the short story Videotape had the ability to do just that, freeze my soul. This story presents the odd reality of our gruesome seeking society. We yearn to watch these extricating tragedies like the videotape recorded of the man being shot right in front of this little girl. Although you would initially believe that no one would want to watch it, it is all we can do to pull ourselves away from the mystery and sheer rapidness at which life is taken away. And even though we urge ourselves to look away, we cannot peel our eyes from the "way his head is twisted away from the door". What troubles me is how our society grew to love tragedy? The answer is the media. The media is made to help inform us of the news of the world; all the amazing deeds and beneficial acts. However, they do simply the opposite-drown our lives with news of killings and mass shootings. All this does is prompt others to dwell in the spotlight by committing these excruciating crimes. And through all of this blood shed and rapid heartbeat, we have grown to love it. This horror grips our soul. It makes our adrenaline race and our breathing quicken. It is the fuel to
