Some new dawns are dark, like a silk hood slipped over a nation’s head, then choked shut. An eclipse. It started that way. We ushered ourselves into the darkness—so many of us having grown too cool with civic officials and techpreneurs who believed we should, we could, be an all-seeing people. And with so many so long fatigued from warring in our homes and abroad, so scared of unforeseen bullet showers and continental storms of smoke, we accepted their offer that an eye in the sky might protect us from . . . ourselves, our world.
