‘I saw her on the floor,’ Mr. Rao said three days later, sitting at a table in a McDonald’s on Metropolitan Avenue. ‘You see the body of your own mother. You know what white noise is? A sound you hear and no one else does. I said, “Ma” and walked closer and closer, and saw the blood.’
Michael Wilson. “What a Family Faces After a Murder: The Terrible Mechanics of the First Week.” The New York Times,” October 28, 2011.
(Notes on) Panic & Plentitude
--Castiglia and Castronovo, A "Hive of Subtlety": Aesthetics and the End(s) of Cultural Criticism