Every day, I drive home along 3rd, past the giant digital clock at 3rd & Fairfax. It’s usually showing a higher temperature than it actually is outside, because of all the heat from the road and the cars’ engines. But every day, I think of the image in “Girlfriend in a Coma” of the giant digital clock in Florida, flashing 120F and 00:00, on the day that the world ends.
Which is kind of what it feels like right now, with the fires bringing the temperatures up across Los Angeles. The light is strained, and everything feels a little wrong with the extreme heat. Very doomsday.