Oh, they're gone. No more.
A television blares in the distance; repetition, repetition, repetition. Can't call it quits. Everyone is afraid; they've got a right to be afraid, let's spread the news, they shouldn't have to be afraid. So make them afraid.
You can't say you feel sympathy. You don't feel anything. You're not too tough for that, it just doesn't come when it should. Let me cry, yes? There's no reason for it. No desire. A television blares in the distance, and then it is silenced.
The world goes to bed, but you sit alone, continuing with your business. You've forgotten already what they were talking about. It doesn't concern you.
Well, normally I don't do this (mainly because I'm sure everyone is quite sick of hearing about these thing already), but at this particular moment I really just feel like saying something. Heck, why not! I can always post something new over this later, but sometimes I feel like it's important to speak up, particularly since I'm seeing a problem that we encounter fairly often.
First of all, my sympathy goes out to all those who had some connection to all the people who died today in Connecticut. It is not something any of us wants to live through, of that I am fairly confident.
However, this is not a time for panic. There are many ways to