the concert

Jan. 15

6:23

There are people outside my house and I have no clue what is going on. Yesterday night the President set off a national alert to stay inside but the feed was whisked off the screen before she could explain why. So the public didn't listen to what they were told to do, big deal. This happens all the time right? Riots that make our country a laughing stock compared to everyone else. No. I won't normalize this. This is another level of disobedience. There are gunshots and shrieks that make my blood run cold and a symphony of glass breaking. I'm hiding inside hoping the deep red of the curtains is just the sun going down and not something more morbid. With all of the noise outside I'm surprised I can pick up the meager sound of groaning. This morning it sounded high, like the sound was being ripped out of a child. When the crashing got louder it got lower, a deep vibration that moved along the ground and reached me in waves. Now it's a backdrop to the madness, the metronome of this orchestra of chaos.