It's been raining for days here in Boston. My basement is flooded, which is not really bothersome, except to a few Christmas decorations which are stored down there. The great philosopher Travis Bickle once spoke about a desire for the rain to wash us all away. He saw what we are, and wished for the rain to pour down and take us away. Finally, the world would be clean of whatever it is we aspire to be as a species and try to be everyday. In the doing and finally done we are despicable. The rain seems an elegant solution to the problem of our embarrassing existence.
The red brick outside my window doesn't know that we're an embarrassment to it, but I do...we do. So by ending we end the action and the emotional reaction. The water is too dirty to see one's reflection. Doubly effective is the water if it drowns us all dead.
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