The craziness of the past 12 hours is hard to imagine. I stayed up listening to the police scanner and reading twitter till 5:00 AM.
My apartment is right on Mass Ave, overlooking the intersection at Main Street. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the area, it’s about three blocks from where MIT Police Officer Sean Collier was fatally shot last night. I pass by the spot twice daily on my commute.
It was hard enough to digest that tragic piece of news, but things quickly got crazier, somehow, as the night progressed. Grenades? IEDs? A prolonged firefight with police in a familiar residential neighborhood? I feel like I’m living in some alternate reality. None of this seems real.
And now, waking up to find that the entire city and surrounding towns have been shut down? How does this keep happening?
I don’t really know what else there is to say. I feel empty and disconnected. There’s only one thing that we can do in this moment, and that’s wait. If the city wasn’t locked down, I’d go for a bike ride to clear my head. Why did it have to be so goddamn beautiful out today?
Hope everyone is staying safe out there.