A few minutes ago I wandered upstairs, past the television droning msnbc, where the host was speaking via telephone with historian Elizabeth Lev, as they watched cycling footage of the burning Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. The network host interrupted, explaining that word has just emerged from the French Ministry of the Interior that firefighters might not be able to save the Cathedral. The sound that emerged from Lev was that of shock. A weak and plaintive tone, and all she could say was, "What?" So the anchor repeated herself, and was greeted by fifteen seconds of silence before coaxing the art historian back to speech. Only a moment before, Lev had been trying to consider the future of Notre Dame, and in that moment it seemed to burn away. I'm waiting for certain information that we can't have now, because it remains necessarily unresolved. Meanwhile, circumstance can pique easy conspiracism: Everything else going on in France; Holy Week; fire started within minutes of facility evening closure; even as a construction accident, the idea that the whole complex was so firetrap hazardous seems absurd compared to its historical significance. So I'm waiting for reality to dispel that knot of suspicion. So I'm utterly uncertain what goes here, because at this point it's just a matter of waiting and watching and wondering what just happened.