It feels almost insensitive to focus on anything else right now, like bringing up celebrity gossip at a funeral. ​ This is that emergency episode that falls outside the overarching narrative continuity of our lives. ​ Living in a house where adults are screaming at each other in the next room from dusk until dawn chips away at the membrane of one’s inner peace. ​ More and more of the information is simply adding to the fog of war, and some shoddy graphs of all sorts of really varied data sets and cohorts aren’t helping. ​ For all the chaos on Twitter, some of the smarter voices there still strike me as the most sensible ones.