The Morlocks and the Eloi.

It’s like the constant drip of water from a faucet with a bad washer. It’s like cold February wind leaking under a badly hung door. It’s like rats in the attic and garbage on the yellow lawn. It looks like a rusted truck on cinderblocks in an empty lot; there’s a doll’s torso and an old tennis shoe. Its gang tags and gum on your seat and all the warning signs of something going down hill into a bottomless abyss.

From inside a house you can hear a loud TV. It’s saying America has talent. It will say a lot more before the night is through. In that ordinary night people will hunt each other in service to the elemental hungers. In some cases aggression will win out over restraint. There will be blood and fury and regret. Sometimes there will be no regret.

It won’t just be America. It will be all over the world; the violence of thoughts that become words and then acts. It won’t be just tonight but every night and every day and it will all be explained as something other than what it was. The bigger the crime the less the explanation will resemble the actual event. More...