After Manchester, much of what can be said, has been said. Beyond ‘shock’ and ‘sadness’, I can’t find words with enough substance to swell the conversation. The grief and the outcry, the outrage and the heightened resolve, the countless tears that fall in and between social media posts. ‘Why?’ is all around us. It’s a question that’s asked so many times, it eventually becomes devoid of sound. An unconscious movement of the mouth. A whisper, that dares an answer to come quietly and clearly from a room, somewhere down the long corridor of humanity.