I was sitting in my armchair putting stickers on a parcel when my husband told me about the cross-bow attack at Main Street Library. Shocked and sickened, I had difficulty comprehending that such violence could happen in a place of learning, desecrating its peace.
When I visited Main Street branch for my library blog project three months ago, I took pictures of a quilt, an attic window, and a lobby lined with strollers. Now, cognitive dissonance confounds my mind, for even though innocent images like these cannot possibly co-exist with the site of a murder, I am also aware that terrible events do occur in sites that should be safe. The traumatic story behind the patricide is devastating, and I am sad for the witnesses who saw what nobody should ever have to see.