I’m still going to save all the metaphors and prophetic speech I have saved up for a later post. For right now, I really feel nothing but peace that it is finally over.
12679 Grandin came down around 2:00 this afternoon, Tues. February 10th. Together with my good friends, I did in fact photograph and film the whole thing, just as I did my own house. It was eerily almost exactly like how my own house was destroyed… A clear day, I raced to get there on time, the feelings of elation as I watched every crushing thrash of the barrel tear through the structure reducing the home to toothpicks and pebbles, it was all the same. At the end, the final feelings of sadness that it actually happened after all the wait was a strange reminder of a sunny fall day in October of 2006. It was also exactly the same time of day.
There are no more homes, but there are the streets with no names, the fading house numbers painted on the curbs, and the street lights illuminating for nobody past the closed gates. The Chinese Air Shipping hub may be a real possibility for what was once my home, but nobody knows for sure.
All we know is that our homes are now mere memories, and nobody will vandalize them now.
J. Desy Schoenewies
56 Houses Left 