Mourning Streets

The entire neighbourhood came down.

I joined in the rain, perhaps with the exasperated hope to be able to feel some measure of emotion as everyone had been for the past week.

The news of His demise arrived late on Monday. When you’re in the army, it is a separate dimension from the civilian world. The following days were surreal, marked by a steady drift of news of how the civilian world was reacting and crying with sorrow, with kitsch and with angst. The channels by which we got our news – twitter and radio, seemed like a tenuous portal that linked the two dimensions, distorting and distilling at will the rawness of emotion.

What was left was merely a sense of emotional alienation.

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