Sickness. Deep
and buried within
more of our world
than we’d like
to admit. Should we
scream? Should we
cry? Nothing
will (or should)
ever
be the same after
this. What is 
the point of going back
to “normal” if “normal”
meant that murderers
could walk freely while
innocent people could
be killed? What is
the point of going back
to “normal” if “normal”
means that our 
institutions continue
to fail us and
destroy us?