Fallen Idols
I knew this rain had been falling for a very long time. At first it seemed to be a drizzle, chronicled drop by drop in the back pages of the daily news. As time passed, it became a violent storm, with reports of damage occasionally making it to the front page. Collective outcries amplified each individual event, like raindrops falling on a metal roof. This piece is a virtual roof with 450 descriptions of harm. I stopped at 450, not because of scarcity, but because I thought there were enough.
73 x 30
