New Orleans

I don't even want to think about what is going to happen in New Orleans tonight. I never had the chance to visit, but it always seemed like the kind of city I'd love. I know it fared poorly in the initial outbreak, though it never became the totally lost city the rumours pegged it as for a while. (That would be Seattle, and to an extent Portland, I guess.) But this...the reports are non-stop, mainly, I guess, because the newspeople are happy to have another story to talk about finally, and they're terrifying. I did a quick google search and discovered that before the outbreak the projection was that a category five storm could kill anywhere from 20,000 to 100,000 people. That's not injuries, or people made homeless--that's fatalities. And we know what happens with fatalities now. And with the current leading origin hypothesis leaning toward Banda Aceh and the tsunami, you can't help but see the fearful symmetry.

I miss my friend Josiah. He was my best friend in college, and we want to do comics together someday. I've only been able to talk to him two or three times since the outbreak started. (He was always hard enough to get ahold of even before dead people started killing and eating live people.) He lives in New Orleans.