9. Fear…Not🤔
Even during the worst of it, when the fiery apocalypse was raining down on us, our homes, all the familiar places we know and love and spend most of our summer at, I was not scared. NOT ONE BIT. I am still vaguely curious as to why I but the main emotion was impatience. I was bored of waiting for the inevitable and just wanted it all to be over. I can no longer answer well meaning messages that tell me that I must be relieved that the worst of it is over. No way, sunshine, the worst for this community, for the whole of the blackened eastern seaboard, for the psyche of our fair country, like some charred parasitic monster is unfurling itself now, spreading its evil tendrils into the hearts of people who think it is okay to rummage through the smoky detritus of a friend’s home to take whatever might be worth flogging. Whatever it was worth to you, I want to tell them, you have just stolen the their childhood memories, their last vestige of hope that they may rebuild, or, worst of all, the only way they can possibly make a living in the grim months ahead.