Friday, September 15, 2017
I go back to the factory today. There is a surreal sense to it, but we must get back to manufacturing, I guess. That is what we do. People are still without power, without water. Gas stations are still closed, grocery shelves empty. Poor folks must go to work, but their traditional daycare centers, public schools, are still closed. It has been a "get to know the neighbors" week.
The land is disheveled. We long for the gentle blue beauty again.
Posted by cafe selavy at 9:19 AM