As the bombs drop on Gaza, and people’s lives are torn apart, it feels slightly self-indulgent to discuss my feelings on reintroducing myself into the world of activism. The death toll today is around 425 Palestinians and 13 Israelis. And today has seen the highest amount of casualties in Israel’s latest offensive against a largely defenceless population that has no army, and is blockaded by land and sea. The Gazans live in what has been described as an open-air prison even by the likes of British Prime Minister David Cameron, despite his staunch and unwavering support for Israel. However, writing is the healthiest way I can express how I have been experiencing such horrors, whilst always remembering that my suffering is nothing in comparison to those being bombed mercilessly by Israel. Please excuse me if my writing is slightly incoherent, for I feel weak, angry, disappointed, frustrated and a deep sense of sorrow. My thoughts may be more of a ramble, and may be coarse and disjointed.