If your job is to hunt down chaos, you become familiar with noise. And squalor. Crowds. The middle of nowhere. If you report the news long enough, sooner or later you’ll end up in a place where you think no one can survive and nothing ever happens. But you’ll be wrong. People carry on with their business, and nowhere is just another place to do exactly that. Maybe it’s even easier, because there are fewer people who see. Who remember.
