A young woman murdered, live, before the eyes of the world.
The world is getting sicker. One might dismiss this as a cliché, the lament of those who feel too old for the tides of change, who mistake their weariness for wisdom. But the truth is bitterer. We are not just witnessing the decay of a world; we are witnessing the mutation of humanity itself.
In a beauty salon in Guadalajara, a young woman was murdered, live, in front of the eyes of the world. She was an influencer, a face, a name, a digital smile suddenly suffocated by blood. A killer, masked as a courier, handed her a stuffed animal and a Starbucks coffee cup – symbols of banality turned into signs of death.
“Maybe they wanted to kill me,” said Valeria Márquez, 23 years old, in her last video. She sensed it, but who could have truly believed it? She died as she spoke, and the world watched, counting clicks, comments, the digital echo of an analog death.
The world is getting sicker. It is not just death itself; it is the indifference that accompanies it. The thrill of watching. The spectacle of horror that no longer shocks but merely disrupts the rhythm of daily life. Murder as content, blood as algorithm.
And while investigators puzzle over the killer – a hitman, they say, a paid death on two wheels – the real question remains unanswered: What have we become? How did we turn into a society that consumes death in real time? How far have we fallen when the murder of a young person is little more than a headline, a shock for seconds, before the next clip distracts?
It is easy to point at the crime, at the killer, at the cartels that rule Jalisco. But the poison making the world sick runs deeper. It is the loss of empathy, the numbness to horror. We watch and call it news. We look and claim we understand.
But we do not understand. We are losing. Ourselves. Our humanity. And as the world keeps getting sicker, we remain spectators in the theater of madness, blind to the abyss that is devouring us.
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