Sandy was the figure of an unreachable object of desire—a vengeful goddess out to destroy the security apparatus and the most dispossessed rabble alike. What are we to make of this? What did she want, and whose side was she really on? The trick may be to resist this hermeneutic temptation, and ask ourselves instead: What do we want? Nature is not the subject of history any more than God or the self-realizing Spirit, but then again, who is?

-Humid, All Too Humid by Cosmo Bjorkenheim and A.M. Gittlitz