The Hour of Lead

The world feels entombed. To be here again is out of the bounds of imagining. I just filed a piece to the LA Times about Elon Musk, and all he might now command. He—and they—seem now to be fully out of the law’s reach.

I want to comfort you. “The nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.” I have always liked that from Emily Dickinson because it’s just descri…