mourning has broken

The communication sources, so many of them, in so many forms chattered on and on yesterday analyzing and telling the story from Aurora Colorado. Mixed emotions, collectively. Trauma. Ripped torn lives and bodies. Death. Weapons. Scattered intellects. Horrible dreams. Victims still unnamed. The person who shot his victims, quickly investigated, named, and his face stares at us with smiling eyes. His official portrait. A time to mourn. We do not know how to mourn. We know so much so quickly now. It’s difficult to take the time to mourn, to somehow slow time and think in order to remember and relate to loss, to people now gone. I know what is happening, but I find it difficult to write clearly. I will try my best.