darkness now falls as little else does the roof a potent symbol fires are not wildfires not old- growth trees could change promised to weaken and open a political problem misplaced colonial mindset if degraded beyond a complex story to fill in the gaps common myths sell us beef and soy products dry out the forest an island the island a trap smoke its own forest its own mountains of smoke sealed inside a shopping mall no safety in fruit stands planet of smoke your crops won’t grow we don’t have the full picture yet we could be looking at thousands of tiny fires people have lit them without fear the first real sign repeated for how long this isn’t the full story all those animals and microbes this could be the worst moment all that desire the people the soil when wood is burned and does not have much sense of identity or belonging the rainforest can’t become a story breathing isn’t a metaphor once it’s gone it won’t come back once it’s gone it won’t come back do you hear me what did I tell you I won’t come back anymore