It only rains here
Importance: 4 | # | nikhil, politics, writing
The nest functioned as it always had, or at least tried to. Every ant knew its task. When the nursery flooded, it was drained. When the dead were found, they were buried. When the queen’s chamber cracked, it was reinforced. The work continued even when the walls sagged and the ceilings leaked. It continued because it had to. There were no meetings, no discussions, no alternative plans.
Written by my friend Nikhil. Art.