The evacuation system in Gaza has collapsed into a grotesque parody of efficiency. Families wait weeks, sometimes longer, for the dead to be identified. This is not merely a logistical failure.
It is a moral and intellectual bankruptcy that rivals the darkest hours of the Victorian poorhouses. We have created a machine that processes the living with callous indifference and the dead with glacial slowness. The bureaucratic labyrinth that ensnares the bereaved is a testament to our collective failure to treat each human life, and each human death, with the dignity it deserves.
One is reminded of the Roman practice of *damnatio memoriae*, where the memory of the deceased was erased. Here, we do not erase memory; we simply refuse to acknowledge death in a timely manner. The chaos in Gaza is a mirror held up to our own decadence: a society that has perfected the art of delay, of paperwork, of indifference.
Until we demand a system that prioritises humanity over procedure, we are complicit in this slow, grinding tragedy.
