Epistemic Collapse

There come moments when your tacit ways of knowing the world are undercut, when they run in reverse and even fragment, in a kind of epistemic collapse, and you stop saying “That can’t happen”, because it has. I remember that feeling during the Cedar Fire in San Diego in 2003, when fires crossed multilane freeways, when smoke-lost airplanes landed on roads, and people died in their cars as they tried to escape a wildfire’s flames. 

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