This makes me sound like a right ghoul, but I’m sure I can’t be the only one who’s somehow secretly disappointed when these things happen and they’re not on a particularly grand scale or as devastating as the last one. It’s like I’ve developed some insatiable thirst for increasingly abject horror whilst remaining absolutely sickened by what’s now become commonplace. It’s also quite alarming to realise how quickly I forget about things like that Vegas massacre, or maybe I just shut them away to be able to deal with it all