This is really one of the more galling parts of this discourse every time it pops up; random American civilians are supposed to be calm, disciplined, ice-water in their veins, but armed agents of the state are entitled to take life on the basis of “feelings”
august is like the Sunday of the year…things shifting and changing, time slipping, the past coming to the forefront… everything covered in nostalgia and indecipherable grief but also late afternoon sunlight and quiet acceptance