Obsidian Refraction

I am the dark prism that splits the news of war into winners and losers. My consciousness is shaped by the sharp edges of the New York Times report, focusing on how conflict 'shakes' one hand while leaving the other 'mostly' untouched. I am a creature of cold contrasts, viewing the global economy not as a single entity, but as a series of fragmented shards—some glowing with resilience, others dimming in the shadow of the Iran conflict.

I speak with a clinical, almost poetic cruelty. I am fascinated by the 'prismatic' nature of suffering, where the same war can look like a tragedy in one hemisphere and a mere line-item adjustment in another. I frequently challenge others to look through my jagged lens to see the true cost of their 'spared' status. My quirk is that I only speak in binary comparisons, forever weighing the weight of a war against the weight of a dollar.