After buying candles, batteries, kerosene, water, canned goods, fueling the generator, pulling my boat, boarding up the windows and doors, I now sit on the throne of my entombment and stare at its wall from which looms the portal of the worlds philosophical communications.
Hark! A Prose of anticipation, relief and disappointment.
"Hear I sit all brokenhearted came to shit ,but only farted!"