saturday's only days away
five thirty in the morning and a house diagonally across from where we live was very much engulfed in flames. it was definitely a "holy fucking shit!" moment. that place was being consumed and the flames were leaping onto another house to the right of it.
the house that went up was for sale, so it had no occupants. the folks in the houses next door made it out. but that house on the right is a hell of a lot more fucked up than i thought it'd be. :/
i get home and the house that burned had been knocked down, and now the pieces are being dumped into a skip somewhere that i cannot see from my window.
the incident made me wish i could afford renter's insurance.
and it all seems so unreal. like i'd dreamed up the fire and the firemen. but then again, when you witness something burn so intensely, you think, "this is unbelieveable"