Posted on April 19, 2004 in Journals & Notebooks Neighborhood
Out of my final journal entry of Sunday comes this:
Here with the cats — a groggy day — Lynn fixed the computer while the neighbors went to chruch or worked on their Sunday projects — what kind of season is this? The clouds rake the hills — the signs that everyone had up calling upon God to bless America are gone — is the neighborhood losing that capricious faith that it had after 9-11? I worry that they aren’t replacing it with anything except a nodding apathy, go-alongism, the loss of faith or hope in anything. Theology of the drones — not in Christ nor Mohammed nor Buddha nor Albert Einstein do they look for hope because they believe that hope is futile…