To find yourself in the middle of an insufferable amount of damage caused to your surroundings. Creating an obstacle in the way of necessity and a barrier between what we need and what we take for granted. Your neighbors, your friends, family, co workers. Everyone a part of this chaos. The people that want to help, they do. Others, with the luxury of ignoring the needs of the many. Walk right back to their lives and turn their heads away from the discomfort. Powerless, to a dependence of convenience. A vice that seems to be rewarding in everyday life, however dangerous in situations when the supply is cut off. Trading away self reliance and strength to supporting forces that help destroy sacred principles. The sin of sloth. The unnecessary lack of struggle. This type of thing can make the problem worse.
A gigantic tree went down, not even a block away from my house, during the hurricane. It's roots ran underneath a house it was beside and the drive way. Cracking the cement in to wide angles. The raw mess looked like it had been untangled and then tangled again. Unearthed and ripped open. The earthworms and insects squirming for their lives, homeless. The tree took down a power line that was running in close proximity. I counted three thick wires and four small wires. The thick wires where all drooping down in the middle of the street, making a frown four-houses wide. The tree smashed in the street pinning them down. Two of the smaller wires were severed and dangling in the side walk. I guessed, this was where my power went. For two weeks.
Its good to be home.
Its good to be home.
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