Snake oil
I’m looking outside at a sky filled with puffy horizontal clouds that are dark grey blue on the bottom and in the background is a soft pale pink – it’s quite an incredible sky. Someone is playing music, jive shucking type music with lots of drums and somebody getting down. The city of New Orleans is all snake oil, the atmosphere waves a wand of magic over you and lulls you into believing that there is no other way to live. Should you find yourself in another city, and you sit on your sofa, and stare at your television, and you walk outside and see houses that all look the same, and manicured lawns, and you feel like you want to take the poison pill, imagine our life down here, always suspended by music, food, dance, song, and a sky that looks eternal.