there aren’t many new ones surfacing anymore five years down the line & who knows why this draws me? I know even though I can’t see them people are dying people are dead there’re just too many cars still driving around when the sea comes over the wall people are voyeurs just like me people are debris there’s one I watch over & over the one with the houses racing upstream the one that has the ghost I know there are better ways to mark time but I need to stay healthy so I can live to see how this plays out I’ll probably just sit & wait for a glacier to calve a happier wave for a better earthquake for a kinder gentler catastrophe