” New Orleans is upside down. Sweepers are busy. Yet the pulse of the city is regular, normal. It’s because the city has dozed off after the nocturnal delirium, cries, Babel, incantations, dances, beating drums, while strange lights appear streaking the sky. The streets are still strewn with bodies. The victims rest until the next rise of sap. When will it happen? In five minutes ? Three days ? Twenty years ? When Djeuze Grou launched a trial balloon around 1890, it was then endemic; here it is…
