Bitter like maté, Stinging like bees
I'm watching the smoke thicken and climb down the walls as it gradually fills the room. It's like a halocline. A gorgeous, undulating, deadly halocline. I'm not supposed to breath underwater either, so I suppose that's apt. I'm strongly considering ignoring the advice to not evacuate. No idea where it's coming from, or whether it's really not cause for alarm. Isn't this the second imminent-fire-death post in one year? My lungs can't possibly like me for any of it, especially when I'm off to find it's source.