Friday, September 2, 2005

I read the news of New Orleans and it's like watching a disaster movie. A movie which throws in all sorts of plot twists that are too strange to actually exist within reality. The hurricane I believe. And relief efforts; I've seen all that before. But the number of dead people just floating around, and people shooting at hospital evacuees and rape gangs with guns roaming the water-logged city? It's unbelievable. I wander around in my life this week, and always in the back of my mind there is this worry for the bad movie people, and for Mollie with her mother & step-father, and Carrie with school, and I try to just...go on, but it's getting harder to not be overwhelmed by all the outside stuff; it's pretty bleak. I'm very grateful for my friends, and that we are alive and not in the south. I'm grateful that Poppy Z. Brite evacuated New Orleans and is mostly safe in a city without power. I've known many people over the years who have moved to New Orleans, and I wonder if any of them were there. Anne Rice moved away from that city a few years ago, I believe, but did she move far enough away? What about Chris? And there must be so many people that have died, and will die that could have been amazing people; possibly people that could have touched my life in a grander way than as a statistic on the evening news. erg.

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