The sky is sickly yellow, diffusing light in ways that are all too familiar, and have surpassed “wrong” and become simply, and regretfully, “other.”
California and Oregon are on fire, but way north and east of us.
While the smoke from these fires has left us alone up until now -choosing to spread elsewhere on the globe – it is now our turn.
We were staying the fuck inside anyway.
We are wearing masks anyway.
The House of Silence is secure, safe, and continues to persevere.