I went back to Louisiana last month to visit my old home. I was surprised to turn down the street and witness rubble, and what looked like carnage. The roof of the garage was caved in and melted. Like a candle, all curled about. I watched as a man in an SUV shook his head. All I could think about was that I had lived next door. People died while I was away. Would I have done anything were I there? I used to stay up all night, and the couple that bought our house were travelers. I used to stay up almost all night. That melty roof made me cave in
I’m interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.