I. The mountains were parched, their summer thirst unquenched by shallow stores of snowpack. The reservoirs were dangerously low. Each day, the sky (and my nose) filled with smoke that blew in from California forest fires, stubbornly coated the bowl of Utah Valley, and obscured the mountains behind my house. I griped on the way to work every day about my sinus infection caused by the smoke settling in my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. This is the perfect set-up for an apocalypse, I thought: smoke, sickness, increasing gas prices, widespread racism, unceasing global pandemic, approaching economic depression, dying rainforests, species extinction, […]
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