That's not the story. The story is video games and isolation, indifference and cynicism. As if spinning around each other we fail to see another's orbit caught up in the impossible perfection of our own. School administrators are not to blame. There is no bureaucratic congress approved solution for your girlfriend breaking up with you nothing so that you'll only kill two people and then go to prison for the rest of your life. A failure of imagination, as if sadness could be prevented. (If you had gotten an email from an anonymous machine telling you not to go to work would you listen? Have you already?) This is not an isolated incident perpetrated by a crazy lonely man with access to relaxed gun laws and a lack of administrative foresight but the extended static portrayals of the human being and entrance exams marking the location of a scared poet hiding in the hubris of language and pretensions so as not to be heard avoiding the responsibility of being understood. Ideally we hope to take risks but not out of habit. Ideally we hope to respond. There was a student in my class who wrote some alarming sentences I asked the administration if I was legally responsible and they said not really. Simply I spoke to him. While standing in Subway today two kids bounced around without any parents they said they were bored. Tonight Amy and I went to a baseball game we stood in the line sat down and ate nachos.