Sometimes, I find that there just isn't anything to say that hasn't been said. Some people, it seems, can't restrain themselves... for them no comment is too petty.
I saw a photo in the NYT today, of a search and rescue worker painting the roof of a submerged house in New Orleans with the red four - quadrant X, indicating in each quadrant the date the house had been searched, whether bodies had been found, and so on. It is a sigil of catastrophe, and I saw it many times in the weeks after 9/11, painted on buildings near my office in downtown Manhattan.
I'd hoped to never see it again.
