It’s hot. So hot. Each day feels like a challenge—physical, mental, emotional. I collapse at home as if I have just lived through something, only to prepare for the weird a/c sleep of the night. It feels infernal. A taste of hell. The heat steals my brain, my thoughts, my drive. A heat-induced lobotomy. Catatonia. No end in sight. Torturous, never-ending 90*-plus days hit hit hit us, making us lose it, one by one. Murder rates are up. So are ice cream sales. Tar beach is on fire. Hot town, summer in the city.