I want to write about the Paris attacks, but I don’t have the words.

When I was a child we watched the news every night on TV. There were terrorists in England and Ireland. There were terrorists in Israel.

Time has passed but there is still terror.

A night on the town turned into a last night alive. Dinner. A concert. A football match.

I’ve thought about these types of attacks since I was a child. I still don’t understand them. I never will.