The air here is horrible. There are some fires burning over the hill, veiling the mountains in smoke and casting the landscape in an orange-red haze. Prognosis: Controlled burn. The smoke gives the air an odd tint, making whites orange. It feels very dreamlike, as if I was walking around in a world of sepia. One o'clock in the afternoon looks like four in the afternoon, slowly edging up towards five o'clock--stuck in the sepia spell.
But Malaysia has it worse.
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