I was born and raised in the soon-to-be-dead-name town of Vancouver. At no time have I ever seen clouds in this town as strange as those that have appeared before me these past couple of years.
These are foreboding formations, as if at any moment they might morph into a chariot-riding, sword-swingng titan, or more apropos of our current moment: a pissed off, supersonic thunderbird.
I believe the end will come not from war or pestilence or Kool-Aid, but from something so otherworldly that in the seconds before our annihilation we will forget the Putins, Trumps and Musks and pass into the next world happily, cradled by an overwhelming sense of relief.
Ever considered the possibility that the sky is being engineered--?
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