Since that night, I've watched myself, astonished and appalled, at the tricks my mind tries to perform to distance myself from what just happened. These are the same tricks I use while reading the newspaper every day, but their ludicrousness is now inescapable. Well, it happened across the street. Our side is still safe. That will make it more bearable.
Time is so weird.
A murder happened last night, outside our open window. Shayne Worcester isn't lead news today. This morning it was only in the second section of the paper. There's only one TV van outside. That was not here, now.