Objects in the rear view mirror

[docwebster]

A year ago this morning I was sitting in the living room on Azalea waiting for the city to arrive to throw us out. I keep remembering everything that happened, how it all felt. I was so damn tired, so numb. I hadn't slept, for obvious reasons, and I kept having this weird sensation all day long that I was operating my body by remote control, not actually physically present. I remember feeling so cut off because I wasn't going to be able to connect with you people for days on end and that was making it far, far worse.

There's so much I want to say right now but I don't have words to fit to what I'm wanting to express. I'm just having a really, really hard time of it right now.

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[unixronin.livejournal.com]

That. I think pretty much the only people who've really done well this past year are the rich fuckers on Wall Street. We have friends locally who are in pretty good shape, but even they had a tornado go through (barely missing damage to the house) and pretty much clearcut an acre or two of trees, and now their town is trying to charge them a "view tax" because they can now see distant mountains (if the weather is clear) through the gap where the tornado tore up their woods.

(As an amusing side note, I think the mountains they now have unplanned line-of-sight to may possibly be the ones we live on. I find myself pondering direct laser/maser links.)