He's been dragging me around Maryland and Virginia the past few days. Today I'm in Arlington. It's a county and a city, somehow.
I took a walk over to the cemetery earlier after eating. The big one. Been thinking about death lately. It fit. Went around, checking out the monuments. Looked for graves with my old name.
And I saw the Tomb of the Unknowns. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Whatever name you like. It made me think of the boy who died and made me start this blog. He was unknown, to me and to all of you. Maybe the police identified him, let his family know. Unless they were dead too.
Are we soldiers? Is this a war? And why haven't they noticed us yet? People on both sides are dying. The kid I found killed. The kid Lucas killed. Cam. Caper. Robert Sagel. My friend. My mother. My coach. So many others.
How haven't they connected the dots? I know Zeke Strahm is or was a cop. I should get around to reading his blogs. But he's not the only intelligent cop out there, right? They can't all be incompetent. Shouldn't people like Morningstar be on a terrorist watch list by now?
Maybe this all makes perfect sense. I haven't slept enough for months, so maybe I'm just missing the obvious. All I've got is that He kills or takes the ones who notice. Even then, those people should be noticed.