This man Anders, a mass murderer, sits in his cell like a gigantic
spider spinning a web of curiosity we get entangled in.
We ask questions he cannot answer, and if he could, we would
not like to hear. Endlessly his case will go on, learned men will
write weighty books that will create more questions as there
are no valid answers but theories of why the cataclysm happens.
Forget him as you forgot last winter’s snow, let him disappear
In the labyrinth for the criminally insane; and when he dies, this
may be sooner than you think, do not make a big headline out
of his demise. Let the parents of dead children mourn in peace.