Bird Sweary

You can look at this story as a kind of tragic meta-commentary on the absurdity of love and how, when it dies, its absence can cause us to lash out in the most ludicrous of ways, engendering unwanted attention that we can’t even care about because we are so bitter over our broken heart and desperate to be acknowledged in our despair, to be avenged in our suffering. But I like to focus on the part where the reporter notes that the police have “a binder like this one” on the estranged couple in the case and then holds up the binder to show you just in case you weren’t sure. It’s the tiny details.