Four to six minutes after the dogs start barking, the shaking will subside. For another few minutes, the region, upended, will continue to fall apart on its own. Then the wave will arrive, and the real destruction will begin.

I consider myself to be fairly practical – with the exception of a (diminishing) fear of flying, I tend not to worry too much about things I can’t control. But today, reading Kathryn Schulz’s legimately terrifying article about the impending destruction of the north west coast of the United States, I find myself quite distracted and upset. Many thousands of people will die, and the rest of us will watch it streaming live to our phones, and we will have known it was coming. Brrr.