Por la boca muere el pez

I am currently sitting in the flooded Iowa City. Five blocks away, the Iowa River is slowly creeping into this little town and it’s leaving me with a feeling of claustrophobia. It’s natural , obviously. There’s one exit left to the interstate from this side of the river and once you’re on that, there’s not much of anywhere to go.

It’s quite maddening.
There’s nothing much to be said other than that.