Day 3 of the 48hr Curfew: The chat group was full of desperate messages people wanting to know why they cannot leave the compound. All I kept hearing in the residents and Owners Wechat Group was, “We cannot get out…” Tolkein came to mind, so I rewrote: “The Last Page of The Book of Marzabul…” The Food Truck is lit; The NAT Tents stand aloft; The Rain falls hard; The Watchers at South Gate…
