california
Nov. 11th, 2018 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liminal_space[[the santa anas come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. - raymond chandler ]]
we burn, again, and the douche in the white house blames instead of helps; throws shit instead of comfort. again, if you support this petty tyrant, you are part of the problem. i mean that with 100% of my being.
~~~
it's flashbacks for me, in a way. i remember when we were evacuated for a month due to the cedar fire and how horrible it was -- there was so much out of our control and all we could do was wait and check inciweb (developed and implemented under g.w. who is now no longer known as the worse president ever) on an hourly basis.
we were lucky.
the fire never got to our house; we had insurance that put us up in a hotel and paid for shelter for our animals; we had been able to go back in one time to our home and get important documents, keepsakes, clothes, etc; we left knowing if it burned to the ground, we had good enough insurance and resources to help us get on our feet again.
not everyone is that lucky.
so again, thoughts and prayers are hollow moments of masturbation to make the well wisher feel pious and helpful -- it's ACTION that lifts those thoughts and prayers into what they are supposed to be. a few bucks tossed in the right place might make the difference in someone's life and if more people realized that, this fire would not win on such a large scale.
my heart shatters over and over for these people, making my own personal dramas seem exceptionally small and insignificant and utterly and totally selfish.
the santa anas are blowing right now; they sweep down like an angry housewife bringing that exact energy and intensity. i see them in the constant nod of the oaks out front and hear them in the wind chimes we will most likely take down so they don't tangle in an unfixable mess. i hear them as they hit the house and speed over the windows -- one of which has a small crack in the double-pane insulation and allows the wind to truly moan and violently complain.
(it's an eerie noise, and when they blow like this, it's an unspoken given that the kid will be in bed with us.)
i am frizzy-haired and my skin is desiccated from these winds and i am on a razor's edge knowing that they bring, invariably, fire.
we burn, again, and the douche in the white house blames instead of helps; throws shit instead of comfort. again, if you support this petty tyrant, you are part of the problem. i mean that with 100% of my being.
~~~
it's flashbacks for me, in a way. i remember when we were evacuated for a month due to the cedar fire and how horrible it was -- there was so much out of our control and all we could do was wait and check inciweb (developed and implemented under g.w. who is now no longer known as the worse president ever) on an hourly basis.
we were lucky.
the fire never got to our house; we had insurance that put us up in a hotel and paid for shelter for our animals; we had been able to go back in one time to our home and get important documents, keepsakes, clothes, etc; we left knowing if it burned to the ground, we had good enough insurance and resources to help us get on our feet again.
not everyone is that lucky.
so again, thoughts and prayers are hollow moments of masturbation to make the well wisher feel pious and helpful -- it's ACTION that lifts those thoughts and prayers into what they are supposed to be. a few bucks tossed in the right place might make the difference in someone's life and if more people realized that, this fire would not win on such a large scale.
my heart shatters over and over for these people, making my own personal dramas seem exceptionally small and insignificant and utterly and totally selfish.
the santa anas are blowing right now; they sweep down like an angry housewife bringing that exact energy and intensity. i see them in the constant nod of the oaks out front and hear them in the wind chimes we will most likely take down so they don't tangle in an unfixable mess. i hear them as they hit the house and speed over the windows -- one of which has a small crack in the double-pane insulation and allows the wind to truly moan and violently complain.
(it's an eerie noise, and when they blow like this, it's an unspoken given that the kid will be in bed with us.)
i am frizzy-haired and my skin is desiccated from these winds and i am on a razor's edge knowing that they bring, invariably, fire.
