@realjonahlynch The fact that it has been done more than once only demonstrates that there is a darkness yet darker and a stupidity yet stupider to pass through; that we are not broken enough that there is not more to break.
I dreamed I rode a proud and majestic horse, and we headed northward through the city. But he was agitated and forlorn. The noise and filth was killing him. Then south we moved towards the outskirts. There at the green plains he ran, and I shed tears of joy at his freedom.