wildfire smoke and obamachronic dust. help us to survive the nefarious mechanisms that rule over earth and sky. this weather present feels like the hazy memory of a future out of time. i hope my brother can stay in hospital now until the smoke clears but i fear the sky will never really clear again. i see why people pray to god while the human systems of political apartheid fail us. yes, this, in truth, is the prevailing grim reality.