I think the primary sensation I felt over Thursday and Friday, and I know I'm not the only person to have felt this, was a sort of blanket confusion about how I should be feeling. I knew I should be in a state of shock, outrage, fear, indignation, sympathy. But I didn't feel any of those. Everything felt horribly normal.
I walked home through Regent's Park at about one-thirty. It was raining. There were a lot of people walking away from the city. Three RAF helicopters flew overhead in formation. I kept looking at the faces of all the people walking through the park, to try and pick up some clues about how I should be feeling about the whole thing, because I really wasn't sure myself.
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I felt a mix of all those feelings. But I didn't feel like being in a state of anything. When watching TV or reading the news when alone I fetl myself welling up on occasions. Whe with people I felt normal.
I also felt guilt.