The first hint of crisis did not announce itself with alarms or sirens. It flickered—an overdue shipment, a stalled delivery, a single fuel truck that never arrived. Then another. Within days, pumps ran dry, commutes unraveled, and the thin coating of normal life began to peel away, revealing how quickly order depends on continuity. Officials spoke in careful phrases. People filled the silence with anxious guesses. Distance itself became heavier. Continue reading…