How do you make sense of the world when itβs only early March and it already feels like the year has been lit from both ends, with the lingering chance of a world war? Itβs hard to know what to say beyond the obvious: our planet is on fire at the exact moment when nobody gives a damn anymore about climate change.
How Long Will This Fire Take to Burn Itself to Ashes?
The logic of impunity only moves in one direction: outward






