There was this one moment when I was living that life in the late 90s when I was having a breakfast picnic in New Orleans in the 9th Ward on the levee d-i-r-e-c-t-l-y next to Lake Pontchartrain, and we were talking about what would happen if a hurricane hit. Even at the time I knew in my bones I was having one of those deja vu moments, but of course when Hurricane Katrina hit I was like okay what the fuck is this. I had a similar deja vu moment like that when I was squatting at a landtrust near the MARTA station in Little Five Points in Atlanta. Sometimes you can get so close to the rail that you can feel the train barreling down on you.
There was this one moment when I was living that life in the late 90s when I was having a breakfast picnic in New Orleans in the 9th Ward on the levee d-i-r-e-c-t-l-y next to Lake Pontchartrain, and we were talking about what would happen if a hurricane hit. Even at the time I knew in my bones I was having one of those deja vu moments, but of course when Hurricane Katrina hit I was like okay what the fuck is this. I had a similar deja vu moment like that when I was squatting at a landtrust near the MARTA station in Little Five Points in Atlanta. Sometimes you can get so close to the rail that you can feel the train barreling down on you.