The chaos wrought by extremists, fanatics, and an earth in crisis often confounds description, and visions, both real and imagined, inundate our dreams as we struggle to adjust. Trapped, we are forced to confront our darkest fears, haunted by unmoored spirits.
From the safety of higher ground we see houses sinking as the water rises, steadily, stealthily—wild currents untamed by the banks they break, the walls they breach. Warm springs fill homes that no longer protect but entomb as water flows through windows—glass gone, bars blocking any escape.
