Of all the shit happening in the world right now, it’s those poor, dead firefighters in Arizona that render me damn near catatonic when I pause for a minute and let myself think about anything.
Human rights are being violated left and right, but this random, horrifying act of nature is happening and these guys could only zip up in their shelters and hope to survive. I’m haunted by the idea of them laying on the ground in their bright green cocoons, waiting.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
Maybe I’m being dramatic. Maybe it’s just that kid of day? Maybe a good movie and a drink will help.