The relentless note of incipient hysteria, the invitation to panic, the ungrounded scenarios – the overwhelming and underlying desire for something truly terrible to happen so that you could have something really hot to talk about – was still startling. We call disasters unimaginable, but all we do is imagine such things. That, you could conclude mordantly, is the real soundtrack of our time: the amplification of the self-evident toward the creation of paralyzing, preëmptive paranoia.
