Flooding that leaves communities with piles of moldy and mildewing debris – everything toxic after being saturated by water, submerged. Every item which used to be the home, the decorations, the entertainment systems – now worthless piles of detritus posing huge disposal challenges.
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
Many Americans are beginning to experience an inner unease, spurred on by the inability to rest in any certainties that used to ground them. Seasons don't happen as they used to, rains are now drowning torrents that disrupt cycles of plant growth, droughts are more extreme than ever before - there is nothing to rest into.