Smoke from wildfires in Canada drifted down to New York City and cast the strangest glow. I detoured from my commute to visit Transmitter Park in Greenpoint and see how distorted the view of Manhattan was. It wasn’t distorted, it was just gone. The air was scratchy even with a mask, dense and quiet. My mind kept going to the images of post-apocalyptic Las Vegas, diseased and irradiated, in Blade Runner 2049. And my images went that way, too.