Sitting in my backyard, thinking about Hurricane Katrina, the neighborhood just went suddenly quiet and the sun came out.

While you make pretty speeches,
I’m being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance

When this just feels like spinning plates.
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.

Radiohead - "Like Spinning Plates"