Images of a "new" Japan: a victim's wrinkled hand gripping at nothing after death erased huge chunks of a country. With fingers bent and the skin loose, the person's hand is covered in mud, just a few clicks away from the image of a cow's body with sun catching its eyes. Raging water finally nestled the dead animal down and receded, leaving it as part of the horror.

She is the delicate hue of a pastel sunrise, and the surge of death and water that tore away at Japan. Mother Nature turns her indifferent face down each night as the day goes dark and we sleep.

I felt heartless today while making tea at the General Store and wishing there were more cream, while all over Japan people pushed through wreckage seeking signs of their dead.