The crazy s**t that is unfolding today in Boston (I mean, really, there is no other way to describe it) after Monday's horrific events during the Boston Marathon is leaving me nostalgic for better days and better times spent in that city.
While America waits for more clear-cut and definitive answers and explanations, I have a few initial thoughts:
The fact that I had been up late at night watching video footage of a shootout happening on the other side of the country on my smartphone -- from the safe comforts of my bed -- is insane. It truly is amazing the kind of positive role social media sometimes play during times like these.
The fact that one of the suspects is already dead is even crazier because I had hoped we could have extracted a motive from him. However, I'm in awe of how quickly law enforcement was able to move in on these alleged criminals.
If all of these facts are true, and these suspects were indeed responsible for the bombings (remember: they're still "suspects"), then I fear that America will grow more cynical and have a harder time trusting anyone, especially former Ivy Leaguers with seemingly loving families -- like surviving suspect Sunil Tripathi, whose named was trending on Twitter like he was the next elected POTUS or something. The empath in me is feeling for his family, who had declared him missing last month, and wonders what could be going through their heads. But who really knows their history?
If I were a student at BU today, what would I be doing? Sneaking outside for a few photos of empty streets? Capturing video footage of a desolate city for a film project I'd be working on at the College of Communication? Cowering in my dorm room with friends, glued to the TV?
I can only imagine while I type away and speculate and pray and hope for the best from the safety of a laptop on the other side of my country.