I worked last week in a flood-damaged house in a flood-damaged community near a town where freed slaves settled after the first civil war.
The cemetery there has headstones that sink deeper into the ground each time it floods. It floods a lot.
The sinking is happening inside a cliche. The other side of the tracks. The other side is well-known for its manicured affluence. It is sinking too. Sinking in the denial that we are all in this together.