earthquake country

in earthquake country, you must get used to the idea of dying in your sleep. it will be quick — if you are lucky. if the earth stretches its arms for forty-five seconds, maybe you’ll wake up to find your hometown gone. what is a city, but the imaginations of its men? so one day, they were lazy. they flicked their cigarettes, paid up a bit of money. what if the rescuers never find you, or the bodies of your family? your president will say: regrettable, but fate. we have been this way for millennia; the earth shakes, but it will continue spinning. animals will try to warn us - but the ground goes quickly. twenty years of earthquake taxes will not stop us from falling. our fates say: no worries. we'll breathe under rubble, we'll sleep inside concrete.