This time, we drive out to the East. Down Old Gentilly Road. I don’t know if the swamp will overtake the road before the dumped tires do. We drive around them until the road eventually turns into a lake, and we have to back out hundreds of meters. The East is like this. One minute you are in civilization, the next: rural killer territory. This is the Homeland/Wetland we turned into a deadly paradise. Made A reoccurring apocalypse. Only to witness the descent is suicide. Direct action is necessary to save ourselves from nature and our own folly.
