It’s ironic really. Fire is what defines humanity. Our sublime mastery over it allows us to quite literally conquer new worlds. Without it we are simply wild animals.

And yet when fire is released into the wild we seem to be utterly powerless before it. It’s implacable. It knows no friend, no foe, only that it is and must be. In the face of wildfire our divisions are purely cultural constructs with no real bearing on what is to be done. Because the equation is simple, you either let it burn, get out of the way, or get lucky and stop it by sheer force of will.

I could be wrong. Its been a long day, and the fires are still burning.