This post-Katrina thing that has affected every corner of my life - my home, my friends, my job, my relationships with friends and family - escapes description. I mean, it escapes that kind of wry, subtly euphemistic yet gratifyingly accurate kind of commentary. Think Vonnegut or the Daily Show. Yet this event has (further) reduced me to a blathering nabob. Words fail me.
Yet, here I am, employing them in such an awkward way, compelled forward like some kind of anxiety-ridden twitching half-wit.
Even now, in these salad days of Reconstruction, my head is still spinning. If you're riding out the post-Katrina ebb, then I'm guessing you can probably relate.
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