The first eye is the amateur's video camera. it has the milling people in shorts and T shirts, the hot Atlanta night, then--blast and blast wave (no video hallucination, you can feel it), heads in unison dip-duck-flinching, abruptly frozen time (an instant that seems terribly long), until at last the crowd's comprehension comes to a scurrying critical mass, and then--the surge just short of panic (young mother and father each crouching-hurrying to push a child's stroller away from the violent whatever-it-was); and, crisscrossing the screen, center to right, a young man with an inappropriate smile and turned-around baseball cap, his smile...
AN EQUAL AND OPPOSITE DARKNESS
THE OLD IMMUNITY IS GONE, AND THERE ARE NO MORAL EXEMPTIONS
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