This City will be my Death.

Just so you all know, Alan Jones can fuck off and die.

Past that, I really don't know what to say about the whole thing. Maybe I was naive to just assume that the city I lived in could act like grown-ups. I can pull a few strands out of the whole twisted mess, but I can't make sense of the whole.

But perhaps the measure of a society is not whether these things happen, but how we react when they do.

So. What are we going to do?