August 31st, 2008 | microlog
August 31st, 2008 | people I know
Siege’s occasional diary of his people’s recovery from Katrina never fails to give me a chest pain. Three years on, in the teeth of Gustav, he’s posted a new instalment:
Russell had nineteen brothers and sisters, in a family poorer even than mine. Now he lives in a FEMA trailer on an abandoned lot with two dogs, a bunch of Katrina junk, a statue of the Virgin Mary he hand painted, and an old school bus backed up to a canal cruised by alligators, which he fishes out of for meals. His sister was murdered in New Orleans last week.
I’ve always wanted to create my own ghost. One idea I had was to buy a Russian Cosmonaut suit and set up some fake debris in a field, late at night. Then from the early morning, donning my outfit I would wander around the field near my crash landed module, looking terribly dazed.