…comes the frenzied search for missed clues. Was he angry? Did he wear black? Had he lost a girlfriend? Has he ever written angsty poetry? Was he a racist? Did he like violent video games? Did he listen to the wrong kind of music? Shouldn’t we have seen it coming?
Perhaps it’s reassuring to think that one thing definitively caused a tragedy. Perhaps we don’t want to think that the human mind can sometimes, simply snap.