You are walking through Berkeley as the sun is setting, with a high school friend you haven’t seen in years. In the distance, a man calls out, asking if you’ve heard of the Book of Revelation. You ask her how she likes living in Oakland.
“Oh I love it. I don’t think I’ll be here forever, though–if nothing else, California will burn at some point.”
“You mean like–the state of California will burn to the ground? Like in a wildfire?”
“Or break off into the ocean. I don’t know, I just don’t think it’ll be around in ten years.”
You nod, not thinking to question the assertion further.