New
Orleans is bipolar. It is both manic and depressive all at once. The
high is a lust for life and the pursuit of something beautiful, like the
last luster filled sliver of sun setting on the horizon that lasts a
shorter time each day, and can be missed if you look away even for a
minute.
The low, the all out war for survival. Either as a rebellion against their crumbling societal infrastructure, other races, their anger at the rest of the world for Katrina, or their own irrelevant situation; resulting in crime, theft, burglary, and drug use around any corner.
The storm was like an extreme traumatic event in a one’s life that forces them to split into multiple personalities in order to make it through each day with any sense of sanity. And that is what New Orleans has done in order to survive. Synchronously lovely and horrific.
The low, the all out war for survival. Either as a rebellion against their crumbling societal infrastructure, other races, their anger at the rest of the world for Katrina, or their own irrelevant situation; resulting in crime, theft, burglary, and drug use around any corner.
The storm was like an extreme traumatic event in a one’s life that forces them to split into multiple personalities in order to make it through each day with any sense of sanity. And that is what New Orleans has done in order to survive. Synchronously lovely and horrific.
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