Monday, August 29, 2005

Katrina

I’ve had the TV on for most of the day. Every news channel has the same weather map and the same spinning red circle, which is slowly stuttering toward New Orleans.

They say the price of oil will skyrocket tomorrow.

I keep thinking about the people who couldn’t get out of the city, the ones without cars or any place to drive them to. This is where you find class difference in a classless society: in the path of a category five hurricane.

My brother called tonight. I don’t feel like writing about it.

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