(waking up today, 9:47am)

So, yes, we get that the ‘atmospheric phenomenon’ is everywhere, we definitely see it (and nothing else), we definitely deserve to be the illustration of the word in wikipedia, we definitely are breathing it in, & we’re definitely addicted to talking about it. Like we can’t believe it’s happening. Spend a minute outside and you can feel it on your skin, a filthy layer of human ignorance & error now at your fingertips.

“… dust, smoke and other pollutant particles obscure the normal clarity of the sky.”

I find it interesting that it’s defined as an atmospheric phenomenon, cause it really does seem to embody that term. I’m not just talking about the air we’re in. It’s ubiquitous in all our atmospheres. Our conversations, our thoughts, our daily affairs are peppered with omg-haze, obscuring our collective clarity. The internet itself has become ‘hazy’ as the people’s hysteria squeezes in between the pixels. I’d even go so geek as to say that if it was in a tag cloud it would have out-Godzilla-ed the other tags long ago.

My claustrophobia isn’t just because of the air. The extent of the real haze is utter, complete, & thorough. In fact, even I’ve just contributed to it. It’s so everywhere that I’m suffocated. I don’t want to leave the house. I just want to sleep, and to wake up without feeling like I’m in some 19th century novel, possibly one where a luminous dog might spring from the fifteen-floor-fog to engulf me alive (& wheezing).