From the right angle, you can still see them.

The city has a heavy heart today. It's not about a capitalist edifice being downed. Not at all. It's about the evil that lives in the hearts of men.

Today I'll drink a toast to lost friends and keep to myself.

Today Arkham will go see his mother, who used to have two sons.

Today Jagt will attend the memorial, opting for flowers instead of a camera.

Ronnie is working away on legal stuff, but I know she feels the sting too. It may not be her country, but human sadness is always tangible. Especially to a soul like hers.

And today, sadness hangs thick over the city.

To humanity: there may be no hope for us, but let's fight until the end.