But tonight in the city there’s artful things. Performances. Things collaboratively created. A festival of edgy things. People telling stories. Advertisements for all of this. Select your venue and attend. I’m barely writing. Written out for the time being. Seeking air. Silence.
Bullets in a theater. The images I create of those people scattering, falling, slipping. The deaths in Aurora bring it close to my experience in my place. A familiar setting, the magic of the movies. This consumes me. I feel sad and empty tonight. I’ll write.