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It all happened so fast, or at least it feels that way, speed being an essential feature of this bewildering era we’re staggering through-the relentless, furious acceleration of it all. We’ve submitted willingly to mass surveillance and filled the oceans with microscopic plastics the climate refugees, it turns out, are us. The world’s most powerful democracy teeters, and children sleep in cages at its southern border. Smoke billows across the West, submerging our cities in a murky orange twilight more than two hundred thousand Americans die of a virus whose dangers half the country seems intent on ignoring. Now these thoughts are constant, the thrumming background noise of ordinary life, a vast and terrifyingly specific catalogue of horrors. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can recall what it felt like to go days at a time without considering the end of the world.