you disappeared so often like you dissolved into coffee

Mar 13, 2006 07:24

A week and a day spent in New Orleans, Baton Rouge and the surrounding areas, knocking on doors of FEMA trailers and hotel rooms, alongside 30 other strangers-cum-friends, wanting to know if I can hear their stories and offer them nothing more than some children's toys in return. Burning out after 7 of such interviews each day, tired of the rain and the cold and the mud and just wanting to go back to the barracks/dormrooms at LSU and sleep. Walking around New Orleans during Mardi Gras, seeing the celebration surrounded by destruction, dancing frantically to Zydecko music anyways, just to let it all out. Driving around the 9th ward, exactly the same as it was the day the levee broke though large palm trees are being planted downtown for aesthetic purposes.

One night spent dressed in 3 or 4 layers, on a street corner with a friend, pretending to be homeless but knowing that we're getting paid for our troubles, just wanting to be found by the counters. Blond highlights(hers) do not make for a good homeless decoy.

Days and days spent doing data entry. Droning and quiet, reading over the Louisiana surveys, for days on end. It's ended, finally.

And now, spring break. I'm not going anywhere. I'm quite happy to be sitting here, with Cafe Du Monde coffee and chicory, the news, and music. No roommates for a week. Daniel at work. Nothing much to do but research at my leisure and drink more coffee.
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