Trying to make sense of Buffalo will make you question the meaning of life. Make you wonder whether we will ever get through this. That even grocery shops are not safe simply because of the color of your skin. No where truly is safe anymore. All I keep wondering is whether these deaths will mean anything to anyone. Clearly nothing may come out of this except empty promises and broken dreams until the next attack where more empty promises become like air, invisible, meaningless. Lives keep getting murdered senselessly that even a rest won’t do. Keep Buffalo in mind.