I let the silence stretch. I don’t know how to fill it. For all my words, and all my world of education, there are none. Nothing I can say to take the pain away, his guilt ridden soul oscillates our space; a phantasm of sights that I’ll never see, and images that he can’t erase. I can’t get my head to visit his space, the space filled by the 24 hour news channel day in day out.