June 28th, 2013

city centre ->

Stepping on swallow tails / And swallowing the wind / Hand in hand in the snow / This is how we go

“That's not the flood report we were all anticipating,” commented reluctance on my last post about the birthday cake for Holly.

No, it wasn't. To paraphrase my response at the time, I still don't know that I have it in me. I've started this dozens of times, only to repeatedly give it up as hopeless. It's been a very strange, very exhausting, and very inexpressible weekend. It feels like we've lived an entire year compressed into the space of 3 days. I don't know how to describe “purple” to a blind person. I don't know how to describe the final movement of Beethoven's Ninth to a deaf person. Spock didn't know how to describe being dead to Dr. McCoy.

I don't know how to describe the floods to someone who wasn't there.

I do know I couldn't do justice in any attempt to describe it to the me of 8 days ago. After my abortive attempts, the best approach I've been able to settle on is this. What follows is a collection of quick snapshots; stories from Thursday through Monday. Each story, taken individually, is a momentary pearl of time. Collectively, my hope is that they may begin to capture the city, the atmosphere, what it was like to be there.

The stories are in no particular order: indeed I have explicitly randomized them.

I also do not have any photos, except for the one at the end. I was too busy with everything else to bother with such seeming trivialities. There are plenty of photos on twitter, on facebook, on the news websites, on other blogs, on everywhere else you look. Most of you have seen many photos already. I don't have anything to add.

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