I thought I wouldn’t say a word about what happened in Paris on Friday. Honestly, I didn’t think there was much to say. Just silence and respect. And I couldn’t talk about it. I didn’t have an opinion about it. I was just feeling sad, and sick. I spent my Sunday trying to process it all on my couch, with my cat on my lap and a heavy feeling of inertia. Shell shocked, I thought that there was nothing meaningful…