American Upanishad

There is a poetic not justice, but balance, to how David Lynch came to be the emblematic casualty of the LA fires. Never outfoxed, he was somehow outsmoked by a lethal injection of poisons the description of which reads like a post-apocalyptic terraformer’s almanac: fine particulate dark matter; destructive debris of construction materials; the amoebulae of VOCs; furans and dioxins; heavy metals spat like microspores and shrapnel from the death throes of some fourteen thousand structures, mostly homes; with a nimbus of carbon monoxide to garnish the smelt of innumerable lithium-ion batteries.