The first day of summer had no daylight. I didn’t imagine that was even possible, but the smoke blocked out the sun almost entirely. It was night all day long.

Even inside, you could feel the smoke blanketing and poisoning everything. 

SMOKE BY JOSHUA FOUST 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 71

I had to stop riding my bike into work. It was one of the few pleasures in my life: riding down the hill, around the curve of the park, along the slot canyon of the dry creek bed, and then up through the office spires to my offi…

This post is for paying subscribers