I’m thinking about Waffle House this evening. (Lightning is rolling overhead. The sky is a shade between blue and gray.) I’m thinking about this photo essay Bitter Southerner ran on Waffle House. I’m thinking about how I want to go to a Waffle House and watch a hurricane shrink down to a human size, grow an anthropomorphic set of limbs, and then attempt to enter, reduced to knocking plaintively on one of the windows as the building perseveres. I want the Waffle House Centers that spring up over the course of a hurricane to start to figure out what to do with the arrival of what Mike Duncan called Nemesis — that is, the Climate Emergency. I want comfort to find ways to continue as people do the work that needs to be done.
Waffle House.
Waffle House.
Waffle House.
I’m thinking about Waffle House this evening. (Lightning is rolling overhead. The sky is a shade between blue and gray.) I’m thinking about this photo essay Bitter Southerner ran on Waffle House. I’m thinking about how I want to go to a Waffle House and watch a hurricane shrink down to a human size, grow an anthropomorphic set of limbs, and then attempt to enter, reduced to knocking plaintively on one of the windows as the building perseveres. I want the Waffle House Centers that spring up over the course of a hurricane to start to figure out what to do with the arrival of what Mike Duncan called Nemesis — that is, the Climate Emergency. I want comfort to find ways to continue as people do the work that needs to be done.