The last 24 hours have been horrendous - from going to bed last night knowing that something had happened (at the time, there were reports that a prop had malfunctioned at the gig and injured a couple of people), to waking up to a phone full of messages from friends and family and wondering what in the hell actually went on, to finding out and being filled with rage and panic and heartbreak... it's been emotional for everyone who lives here. And then today, there have been more and more reports of other incidents (possibly connected, possibly not) - they've evacuated a shopping centre, put a hospital on lockdown, stopped public transport, made several controlled explosions of other suspected devices, and made dozens of arrests across the city.
But people aren't running scared, staying in, locking their doors - they're outside, helping total strangers. People handing out food and cups of tea, people donating blood, people helping reunite lost people with their families, people offering lifts and spare rooms, donating their skills and time and money in any way that they can - just people, everywhere, coming together and supporting each other and holding a huge middle finger up to the kind of hatred that causes these attacks.
I love this city so damn much, and I'm so proud of it and its people.
"This is Manchester. We do things differently here." - Tony Wilson