Another attack, another atrocity, and yet I feel nothing. All I felt yesterday morning when the bombings in Belgium were being announced was a sense of ambivalence. I know how I should feel, of course: one should feel outraged. But instead I felt as if I was watching a story I had already seen; a sense of sameness and familiarity, as if I’d seen it all before. In a way I have – we all have. Such attacks have become so regular, so familiar, that they have lost their impact. The news coverage was the same as the last time: the same type of shots, the same type of scenery, the same tone in the newsreader’s voice. It made no impact on me, and left me unfazed – I just ignored it and continued with what I was doing. Yet that, now I come to reflect on it, is truly frightening: are these attacks becoming so regular that we are now starting to just accept them?