Lonely fireworks

It's very quiet around here post-Mardi Gras. Miss S and I went to Cafe du Monde around midnight on Friday and we were able to park a block away. Last night I went to the movies at Canal Place, and when I came out there were fireworks bursting over the river. I don't know why.

This city is so beautiful and sad. I'm too busy and distracted and worried about school to think or reflect or articulate much about what it's like to be here now, what this place is like now. But I believe in the significance of being here, that this city matters to me and that I matter to this city. And that this city matters to the world, in spite of all hate and resentment directed at it.