Photo by: AJR
This is my neighborhood. A warehouse and 4 houses burned down two weeks ago. Lives were lost, houses were destroyed. I smelled the smoke for days after the fire way put out. It is just kicking me in the guts, two weeks later. Why? I heard the sirens, and seen the fragmented skeleton of the building while riding by on the train. Am I really that out of touch with the world around me? Or am I out of touch with how I'm feeling?
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