It seems like the kind of thing people write Facebook posts about, eliciting sympathy, eliciting collective rage. The sort of story that unspools in a thread on Twitter or a long caption under a teary photo of her face on Instagram. Imagistic, scrubbed of all human particularity and specificity—it’s a kind of story, a kind of thing that happens to people, but that exists primarily as anecdote ready for consumption. Another kind of local economy.
