All good things must come to an end. The rebel alliance defeats the dark forces of the Empire, “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” series finishes with Earth being destroyed again, The Clash got fed up with each other after “Combat Rock”, the General’s Burgers on Cervantes closed years ago (you know you’ve been here a while when you can proudly say you used to get their tasty tasty burgers).
By the time you read this, the insignificant nonsense that is Valentine’s Day will have come and gone. Nothing says “I love you” like the coerced and expected sentiments of the ubiquitous bundle of flowers, the tacky little heart pendant so special that hundreds of women are wearing one or worse, the flimsy negligee. Submission to a Hallmark card handgun at the back of every guy’s head… be romantic or else.
Last week’s article got me thinking about the ruin and abandonment in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. The sheer scope of tragedy, the lives affected, the buildings utterly destroyed… all chilling reminders of the fragility of human life and the awesome powers of nature. A city I once called home now a surreal landscape of devastation.