Wednesday, August 31, 2005
( 12:38 AM ) teahouse
Poydras Street is Under Water
I can't sleep. I'm totally devastated about the city where I used to live, the city that's dear to my heart, the part of the country I'm from (even though I live in the Big Apple now).
Watching the news is making me crazy.
It's heartbreaking to see the images of street signs that are rapidly being overtaken by the rising water level, and thinking, "I used to drive down that street on my way to the chambers of the Judge I worked for" or "Gee, I-10 is in pieces in the bayou..I used to drive on it back and forth to school."
And why are those people looting?? Does a free tv from Walmart really help you when you have no electricity, water or plumbing and your house is gone?
I have friends who have evacuated and who tell me that they will have to wait at least 2 weeks to find out whether their houses are still standing.
I feel so helpless and far away. I feel so guilty for moving to New York and having a good life. Guilty for going to a tennis tournament yesterday, when friends and neighbors were swimming for safety.
It's the combination of the Catholic and Asian guilt. With a dash of something new - the neurotic New Yorker guilt - mixed in there. #