Thursday, December 30, 2004
I'm semi-obsessed with news coverage of the disaster, but it's not an obsession that controls me in the pure and open daylight. I'm staying up in between long feeds, spending hours flipping from station to station in this time when things are silent, black and confusing. My heart feels raw and I hold Hugo so tight to my chest. My tears and grief seem useless, I pray but my faith in a powerful and merciful God is confused.
posted by kazumi at 3:45 am