11 March 2011
I think of you, Japan. So small and paltry and mean a thing, thinking, and really of no help at all. Why this hiss, this roar, this rumble from the belly of the earth? What for? When the wind blows hard, the order we've built crumbles to the floor. Look how much we have made! None of this existed. We live in two worlds: that which is, that which we create.