
As the Portland sky turns apocalyptic, I’m thinking of what we’ve lost
While the Portland sky is painted in familiar apocalyptic hue, I’m mourning what we’ve surrendered in this new reality.

While the Portland sky is painted in familiar apocalyptic hue, I’m mourning what we’ve surrendered in this new reality.
After an unprecedented year of violence, demonstration and pestilence, I find myself longing for space, a means of escape.