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Fire Vigil
INT. KITCHEN -- MORNING
Groggy. Refrigerator. Bowl. Cereal. Milk. Spoon...
Gooood.
Roommate: Hey Jessica, did you start the fire?
Jessica: (crunch, crunch) No; it was always burning since the world's been turning.
Roommate: No, I mean, down the street.
Jessica: What?
Roommate: You didn”™t hear? There”™s a fire down the street.
Jessica: ”¦Again?
Unlike the recent Hollywood fire, I piddled around before finally turning on the TV to see that the Griffith Park fire was still burning. As with the last time, I climbed up on my roof to see if I could view the beast. My photos this time aren”™t as dramatic because I arrived late to the party yet before the fire started burning into the night, which, as I write this at an hour so late that it's the next day, is still happening: It”™s still burning and is very close to the first street of houses. There are also reports that a structure within the park has been damaged.
Earlier today they evacuated the carousel. Now, they are evacuating homes.
Smoke creeps over the tree line again”¦ Griffith Observatory stands proud on the hill”¦
I”™m not used to this; fire season, but after only one fire I was semi-desensitized. I went to gymnastics and then Starbucks. Then I was home for a while before it occurred to me to check the news.
Still burning.
Intermittently the sounds of helicopters and sirens. And when I hear the sirens, I hear them both through the TV and my window. That, is quite jarring.
Is this all due to arson?: A “person of interest”¯ is in custody.
As I write this, I again visit the roof. I can see the lights of the observatory, I can see the river of smoke, I can see no stars and at least seven helicopters and the dark part where the power has gone out...
On the other side, extending toward the sea, a neverending grid of orange lights””
And I think about what it means to live here.
Check in with blogging.la for local coverage and flickr for the fire photo stream.
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