The sky’s splitting open, the wind’s got teeth, and the water’s rising whether you believe in it or not—so what now? We broke it, all of it, every last piece, and there’s no reverse button, no fix, just full-speed into the wreckage we built. I blame me, I blame you, I blame all of us, but blame doesn’t stop the flood, so let’s talk about what’s left after the last storm hits.
