A couple hours afterwards.
The Georgia World Congress Center is still in a frenzy, but now it’s the frenzy of cleanup and aftermath.
It’s quiet. The kind of quiet you get after events like these. The eerie, mist-filled silence of shock and mourning. There’s whispers, sobs, scattered through the room like single droplets of rain.
I feel drained. I feel like I want to melt into a puddle. But so does everyone else, it’s plain to see.Continue reading