floatingleaf | (no subject)

I am still feeling down. I know I should be happy to have escaped Katrina and maybe do some tribal dance of gratitude for being rescued from the Apocalypse that is New Orleans at the moment... but I just can't stop thinking about those that weren't so lucky. Can't stop wondering if all the people we had met and talked to are still alive. I had never been so close to any major natural disaster, never KNEW anyone who actually was in real danger... and I find that it does weird things to your brain...

Then there is the destruction of the city itself - all those charming places we had walked through and admired (and vowed to come back to see again...) only a few days back... as well as the places we didn't get a chance to see at all - like Anne Rice's house or the Lafayette Cemetery (yep, we had that planned for Sunday). It's all so surreal somehow. Like a bad horror flick. Only bad horror flicks make me laugh, and this chills me to the bone...

OK. Let me try to change the subject. It's been three days since I came back, and I'm only about half-way through checking my email. I am on just TWO Yahoo!Groups, and I get 800 messages per week. Good I'm still on vacation, or I would never ever catch up...

Then there's all the fics that have been posted during my absence. I would love to devour them all, but I honestly don't know where to begin. There's also the A/L ficathon on L_A_S, starting today. And I will probably receive my "Just Words" fanzine early next week... And soon after that, there will surely be some exciting reports from the Toronto Film Festival...

It all seems too much for my tired and confused mind right now. I feel sort of guilty for trying to enjoy myself - while one of the most beautiful cities that ever existed is slowly being wiped off the face of the earth... *sigh*

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Oh my god. I just read your last post and am horrified. There's just nothing I can say, other than how thankful I am that you made it out just in the nick of time. I just can't begin to imagine, even down to how you must feel having actually gotten out when so many didn't. I think I do have a little bit of an idea, though, about what you mean when it comes to feeling guilty about going on with life, and even enjoying oneself. It just doesn't feel right at all going on with life right now, going about my job as if it was business as usual, driving down to Delware this past weekend to spend some quality time with my boyfriend, trying to enjoy something so ultimately trivial and meaningless as that damn ficathon. None of it seems right at the moment :/ *hugs*

Thanks for the moral support.:) I was really depressed for a few days, but now I feel I'm finally coming out of the murky depths. After all, life does go on. We won't help anyone by mopping around...

And I don't think the ficathon is so completely trivial and meaningless.;) A human being doesn't live on bread alone...:P (to put it more poetically, the comfort of words can be a healing balm for the soul... yeah, that's me-the-literature-whore again...;)