My family is safe. Our house in Pasadena is safe. On Tuesday night, the Eaton fire—which is still burning with 0% containment—blazed along a ridge up the little hillside from our driveway, skipped us, and then went on to decimate the town of Altadena. (See below for a map that shows you how lucky we got.)
I wrote the following essay called “SMOKE” in December, 2018 when I was living in an apartment in East Hollywood. I can’t bring myself to read it, to be honest. I have no idea what to write about the current fires in Los Angeles. I have no perspective. When I look at this map, my brain shuts like a book…