You know that New Orleans will keep living. The flood will be a significant weal of scar tissue across its heart, but then it's a city of scar tissue; those gaping wounds of racism and poverty and disease don't just disappear without a trace. A hundred years from now, the shades of you & your boy will still be walking those streets bathed in unholy dawn light. Lapping up against their knees will be an echo of filthy roiling water, and under your feet there was always the scarcely-buried past.
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You know that New Orleans will keep living. The flood will be a significant weal of scar tissue across its heart, but then it's a city of scar tissue; those gaping wounds of racism and poverty and disease don't just disappear without a trace. A hundred years from now, the shades of you & your boy will still be walking those streets bathed in unholy dawn light. Lapping up against their knees will be an echo of filthy roiling water, and under your feet there was always the scarcely-buried past.