It is not the ecological disaster of imminent global warming. Nor is it the corporate negligence of the Exxon oil spill-- the inky stuff refracting rainbows in the gulf. No, this is a mulch fire in Knoxville, Tennessee. But the message that the hanging particulates intone in mid-air (code red for respiratory health) is of the most foreboding sort-- demanding that attention be paid. The message is to do what the haze cannot do, and that is to leave, flee, expel from this grabbing valley, like an exhale that rolls as current, dissembling and dismantling from its origin.
Besides that, the whole outdoors smells like barbecue and the air irritants make my eyes water, which confuse me into thinking I am sad.
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