modern times

before i post about my journey to los angeles, a few thoughts about today.

i feel like i should write about Katrina, the obligatory "where were you?s" and "how i coped" entry because is writing about it healing? i'm not sure. i can't say that i was in such distress that i still need healing after a year has passed. i was napping in an air-conditioned house listening to the rain fall harder and harder with each passing hour. i wouldn't call that need for healing.

but everyone else is writing about it...

hmm. this is like that year after the shooting at the high school. to this day, i am still asked, "were you there? how did you cope?" when people find out about it.

as much as an advocate for information as i am, i decided:
ENOUGH
and i stopped admitting where i'm from.

so instead of writing my thoughts about a year after katrina (there are a lot of memories attached there that really have nothing but time relevance to do with The Hurricane and i'm not in the mood to hash those out), i will say this:



what about...?
what about...?

our collective memory has failed us. tsunamis and AIDS and bombs.

it's been a year and i still don't want to talk about it.