I’m not really a fatalist. I don’t really think very many things were meant to happen.
Ok, there are a few people – very, very few – who walked into my life and I felt, this had to be, this person needed to be here, and the universe would have brought us together somehow. People who changed me, changed my life.
But as a rule, I don’t think there are things fated, or meant to be.
And then I look at pictures of the ninth ward vanishing under water again and I think, maybe some primitive thing, something that was here before europeans walked this continent, has chosen to take it’s land back. And maybe we need to just give it back.
I’m afraid to look at any more news. I’m afraid to look at the pictures tomorrow morning when Rita hits ground.