At a time historically when conversation is for the most part a lost art, I am amazed that the only people talking are those trapped next to each other on flights or in prison cells on lockdown, or on sinking ships once the last lifeboat is filled. Conversation is not the penalty for isolation, but often it feels such.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I am sick now. Caught a cold. I was tired last night and instead of going to bed early, I was up late trying to email photos for a proposal and they would not send, and then I took a cold shower and I don't know...all the germs floating around in airports--one got me (smile).
What does one do with the grief? It is really bad in Haiti. Is the reason why recovery is so slow because the government wants the people to die? Is this WW2 concentration camps and Japanese internment all over again? What were the lessons of Katrina good and bad as we approach the sixth anniversary?
It is a slow and merciless death those camps.
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