Why do Petito-type stories come-and-go so quickly?: Just Voyeurism?

Sometimes I do wonder.

 

Why do hot stories come, and then go, so quickly.

 

And, when they go, then they leave hardly a trace.

 

Gabby's story is a case in point.

 

She came, and then she went, leaving hardly a trace.

 

When she was hot in the news, then almost nobody around the world could get enough of her story.

 

Now, though, most people do not even care one-thousandth of what they once did.

 

Why is that?

 

Such a beautiful spirit was she, too....as you can plainly see:

 

I have not forgotten her, even if you may have.

 

Such a beautiful young woman, with great spirit.

 

So then, why is this just too often the case, that we cannot get enough of a good thing, and then....

What once seemed good, is then forgotten, so quickly.

 

Fickle.

 

I mean, are we all just FICKLE?

 

If not.

 

Then, what is your take on this?

 

Nice Van, for sure.

And, she made it her home...

Until, in the end....
It became her end.

 

 

In China, the color white is symbolic of death.

 

So strange that she chose this color for her van.

Yet, not so strange, because....

In Florida, white is a popular color for vehicles.

What with the hot sun, and all.

 

Why do we forget stories, so quickly, the ones that caused us to stay riveted to our TV, for weeks, and then....

Almost nothing.

 

Makes no sense to me....

 

Regards,

Gamma

 

Note: Still, as we all must admit....

 

One is only as good as one's last story.

 

Stories come and go.

And the maw always demands more.