I have fallen into a vat within which I have absolutely no control. I now ask God Almighty for buoyancy. I'm going blind inside.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Appalachian American Ennui Nearing its Worst: The Disappearance of Summer Wells
When something like this occurs, metaphorically, it's the equivalent of pulling the fitted sheet off of an old decrepit mattress in some cheap motel and marveling at the residual filth, stained by the worst of humanity. All on God's watch.
This is just up the road in Hawkins County. Just this side of hell.



