So now it is certain, at least as certain as such predictions can be. The storm is coming. For reasons that may or may not be obscure, she can be called tropical storm Julia.
No, don’t worry, you aren’t in her path, but my friend’s home is. Sometimes we live in houses that are mere temporary dwellings, though we may get very attached to them. But there is always the one true home, the place you can’t ever move out of. And Julia is coming straight at his place.
“What does one do with the last three days before the storm hits?” I ask him. “Just hunker down and hope for the best? Eat drink and be merry? Try to find the meaning of the universe (or at least of one’s self)?” So far it seems to be a combination of the above, with an emphasis on storing up the sensory between some spiritual hunkering down and hiding out. Like the existentialist parable – the man trapped in a bottomless pit with wild creatures waiting to eat him even if he could pull himself out -, he is licking the honey, though I seem to see one of his hands hanging on and the other seems to be digging. I can’t tell if he is attempting to tunnel out.
He tells me he has made most of the preparations that he can under the current circumstances, and that he is also trying to go on with his regular life until the wind becomes too strong. It is almost as if he were living several lives at the same time.
The storm is coming and he is surely going to be soaked. I hope that is the worst of it.
לפני 19 שנים. 9 באוקטובר 2005 בשעה 21:34
