I live in a house.
The house is on the bank of the river.
The river is in flood.
Each morning, when I wake up, I look out the window and the river is a little higher.
First, I put rocks on the banks of the river. It kept out the water but the river kept rising.
Next, I put sand-bags behind the rocks. It kept out the water but the river kept rising.
Finally, I put concrete over the sand-bags. It kept out the water but the river kept rising.
This morning, the river has risen again. This morning I have nothing left to try.
Already I see the river lapping over the top of the concrete.
The house is my body, the river my disease.Today, my house will be washed away.
