The air was filled with the stench of smoke again this morning. It's always surprising and a little haunting to detect; just knowing the vast destruction that is the source of the odor. It's so far away and yet still so very pungent.
...I've been feeling awfully guilty about all this lately. You see, I have a confession to make.
Many, many years ago, when I was just a child, I had a vision. I was visited by a woodland animal spirit, and he bestowed in me a power.
He pointed solemnly and said, "Only YOU can prevent forest fires."
And so I have lived with this heavy responsibility, both a blessing and a burden, for over two decades.
There's been a couple slip ups here and there, but for the most part I've kept things under control. But now…fuck! I seriously dropped the ball, guys. Sorry about that. I've just been kind of busy, you know, between going to see Jarvis and scanning pictures from middle school. I've just felt so distracted lately...but this is no time for excuses.
I never really knew what the hell I was doing anyway, to be honest. Maybe someone else wants to prevent the fires from now on? Yes, that's it. I would like to resign from my prevention duties, that is, if the bear will allow it.
IF THE BEAR IS EVEN STILL ALIVE!
I am such a failure.