Bones tell me the story of a person's life - how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background.
An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps
Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity.
I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.
Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.
Violence wounds the body and it wounds the soul. Of the predator. Of the prey. Of the mourners. Of collective humanity. It diminishes us all.