everything is so schitzophrenic right now. I’m at work and my house is fine. people are walking around like nothing is going on and I’m a second away from popping every tourist in the mouth who talks about how exciting right now is, meanwhile, brooklyn will apparently be out of gas tonight, the national guard is down in red hook and lower manhattan, supposedly wall street buildings have power and are daring to charge people to use it, and things are just so weird and strange and fucked up.
and I wont be flying out, which, i mean, whatever, at least my house isn’t flooded and on fire, and people are just walking around like weird zombies, and there are just miles and miles of people trying to get somewhere and not enough buses to get them there.
and if you were to just hang out in north brooklyn, you would think that everything is fine. meanwhile, staten island is fucked up, coney island is covered in sand, jersey is obliterated, but then there are like whole foods open because they have private generators and people are working and it’s just i dont even know.
and its not like this is my first hurricane. we were hit multiple times growing up on the georgia coast, but it’s just so different. when we were hit, we were stuck, but we weren’t in this weird uneven landscape - everyone was hurting and everyone helped. but there is so much of this “business as usual” mentality here and yet, there is just so much abnormalcy, and i dont even know what to make of it other than i am so so so so so lucky and dare i say blessed. im fucking blessed. im fucking fucking blessed.