Modern life has left us with the illusion that if one just arranges things ‘properly’, we can be safe. This feeling of safety is ultimately illusory, though – we can’t actually arrange life in order to make ourselves perfectly safe. But safety is something we long for – or at least the feeling of safety is something I long for.
Recently they found a dead man on the hill up the street from me. My hill. The hill I walk halfway up about three times a week. The hill I drive over several times per week. “Active murder investigation” are the words that the police have used. I’ve been thinking about it all day, because my reaction is odd. I’m nonplussed. “Oh. A dead guy up there, huh? Yep, had to happen sometime”.