The clouds are rolling in, and there is a sense of doom to everything. Every moment there is a sense that we are holding a collective breath, waiting for the next catastrophe to unfold. Don’t you feel it? That sense of foreboding that says something is coming that is far bigger than any of us, that nothing will escape?

There is a storm that
When it hits will inundate
and annihilate.

If you have land, or money, or privilege, the storm is coming for you, too. It will strike every last one of u...