The New York Times waiting on the floor in front of my office door showed a picture of a woman standing on an overpass, a dead body floating by underneath.
I heard someone on the train this morning talking up Hinduism, talking about how the world periodically experiences something called Kali Yuga, which is a necessary state of purifiction through destruction. They were trying to make some sense of this tragedy, of course, trying to spin it into something positive. But all it made me think about was how that only proves that people have been creating mythologies to explain the randomness of the world since we began this long, strange journey.
And seeing the pictures in the paper, the anarchy, the rapes and the gunfire, I can't help thinking: would it have been any different if it had been Peoria? Or Beverly Hills?
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