There is something seductive about a temporaryâ apocalypse, the kind you can enter knowing it is notâ yours. Knowing that you can return to your unburned,â unflooded, uninterrupted world. For now. Eventually there will be no escape from theâ climate crisis or the conflagrations that rise from theâcompounding, cascading issues of consumption andâ overpopulation that light up our laptops and phoneâ screens in endless feeds of images like mine. And yes, Iâ know it was more than our changing climate that burnedâ LA. It was Santa Ana winds, the urban-wildland interface,â arson...