An interesting aspect to this post is how territorial or local it is to you, Chump. What I mean is that it exemplifies the power of fires all around you and having a constant reminder because you have to go outside every day. I'm from Denver, born and raised there and "I went through" the distant BC fires last year here in Seattle. What is striking and no one is to blame, is how little anyone gives a fuck and that I perfectly understand why at the same time. How is it possible to dedicate one's self to every crazy fucking thing that ever happens at every given moment?
Most certainly not a knock on you Chump. Actually keep us (me) posted. I have failed to circumvent the Denver Post's paywall this week (fucked up my "meticulous" timing of cookies and IP address announcements to their servers). So now I'm going 9News and shit and personal friends. But I can't get at the DP's maps and shit they have.
My dad's friend's friend's house in one of those fires survived in Colorado, BTW. All of her neighbors' homes were lost. I can't keep track of all the fires for some reason.
Seriously, buddy, keep this shit alive on RI. It is only the beginning of summer.
There is no me. There is no you. There is all. There is no you. There is no me. And that is all. A profound acceptance of an enormous pageantry. A haunting certainty that the unifying principle of this universe is love. -- Propagandhi