[phone call to everyone; day 46]
[Garcian Smith's house is just as victim to the flooding as anyone else's, and it's evident even over the phone. The faint hiss of running water is audible in the background of this call, accompanied by a persistent dripping.]
"As water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil, so you destroy man's hope." Funny how all this is making everyone lose their heads. The currents of panic and desperation and hunger are quickly carrying all else out to sea with them.
[Drip, drip, drip.]
Though the harshest floods are not always that which wears upon us most.
[Drip, drip.]
Even a trickle can wear away the face of a mountain, given enough time. A simple leak.
[Drip.
Garcian clears his throat.] Think we need to move to higher ground soon.
"As water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil, so you destroy man's hope." Funny how all this is making everyone lose their heads. The currents of panic and desperation and hunger are quickly carrying all else out to sea with them.
[Drip, drip, drip.]
Though the harshest floods are not always that which wears upon us most.
[Drip, drip.]
Even a trickle can wear away the face of a mountain, given enough time. A simple leak.
[Drip.
Garcian clears his throat.] Think we need to move to higher ground soon.