Those people. Those children those women those men.

For those people this is not the beginning or the end of a story.

For those people this is not the conclusion of a neatly plotted tale, or the beginning of a situation that will now unfold. For those people there is no narrative arc. There is no understanding. There is no sense that those people saw this coming. There is no consideration as to whether they could have done differently.

For those people there is no conclusion, for a conclusion must be preceded. This is not an outcome.

For those people there was life then fire then children tumbling away from parents, lovers strapped to plummeting metal, strangers being torn to shreds and all of them engulfed in fire and then nothing.

For those people there are no questions, no ramifications, no recriminations no redress no remorse. For those people there is no remembering, there are no tributes, there are no tears. For those people this was not a possibility, not a concern, not a calculation. For those people this did not come then happen then go away. For those people this is not a mystery, not a mistake, not an outrage, not a crime.

Those people are gone.

You and I are not those people and that is the only difference between us and those people.