inferno
San Francisco geek circles are actually smaller than you might think. I don’t know Leslie Harpold, but we have four close friends in common. In the same way, although I’ve never met James and Kati Kim, I’m sure I know at least half a dozen people who have. Their disappearance swept across my RSS feeds like a spark across a dry field.
The Kims live a few blocks from me; James is my age and his job is very similar to mine; their two daughters are the same ages as Claire and Julia. It could have been us driving out of cell phone coverage, into the dark and snow. The thought of it is a knot of pain beneath my solar plexus. I cried with relief when Kati and the children were found safe yesterday. I lay awake last night thinking of James, as if by the force of my will I could keep him warm and lead the searchers to him.
In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark wood,
for the straight way was lost.
Ah how hard to say what a harsh thing was
that wood savage and rough and hard
that to think about it renews the fear!
