Just after my sophomore year of high school, I went on a school trip to Eastern Europe, traveling from country to country by a charter bus with a terrible driver named Jerry. When I say terrible, I mean we made a U-turn in the middle of the highway—the Autobahn actually.
One day of the three weeks we spent traveling through the countryside of Poland, we went to Auschwitz.
I won’t spend this blog post talking about the things I saw and the emotions I felt at the concentration camp because the experience was literally indescribable. I believe that even words have epistemological limits, and this sort of experience falls right outside those literary parameters.
Instead, I want to consider the controversy of social media at memorial sites such as Auschwitz.