We are a viral climate

Humans as a kind of troposphere. Dreams that shift the multiverse. A European trickster among the Jesuits.

I was sitting in the car the other day, at a traffic light. The sun was shining. The sky was blue. The clouds were leisurely boating across the sky. This was in Richmond, Virginia.

Had I been teleported here from, say, three months ago, I’d have no idea there was anything amiss. The moment was suburban and manicured and harmless. Couples walked their do…