The world is meant to have no top. The air is meant to provide an inner stirring. The footsteps, just now, are veering from the hall. Easier to plan for the post-apocalypse than to wrench the collective pulp and tremor toward a now unnervingly new. The darkness in children is often over- looked by those who squint at the sun. I brought the gun from home. I bought the gun. I brought the gun. I brought the gun.
 from an 1863 account on Wikipedia’s “List of School
Shootings in the United States”