Disasters provide a function. Particularly if they’re part of a collectivity (of as little as two) they can bring people together. "We three make up a solitude. For none alive to-day. Can know the stories that we know. Or say the things we say. (WB Yeats). No one wishes comeuppances on anyone, but they’re unavoidable. You might think of them as side bars, side roads or detours that can take on a life if their own. Whole ways of life have been uprooted by the recent floods in Texas and the Southwest where rescue crews and even FEMA can create their own intimacies. There was recently a very touching picture of first responder rescuing a woman trapped in her car and literally carrying her across a flooded highway. It’s unlikely these two will ever forget each other. The only thing better than being saved is saving someone.
read "Luggage Tags" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
and read "The El" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star
and also read "Punk" by Francis Levy, Vol.1 Brooklyn
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