The Cascade of Diminishing Hopes
Each new shooting sets off a succession of desires: for a false alarm, for an isolated event, for no fatalities.
The mental exercise almost always starts the same way for me: with a tweet. For other people, it might be an email or a TV bulletin or a Snap. Whatever the medium, it’s a report that there’s an active shooter somewhere: at a school, government building, office, sporting event, concert, or a theater.
Nearly six years ago, after the massacre in Aurora, Colorado, about the ever-so-predictable aftermath
