“Maybe one day, you’ll sit down with your own grandkids in some burned-out building and tell them what the country used to be like, that you could get drunk and eat ice cream and watch fireworks, and nobody would bother you. And they’ll say, ‘Damn, that sounds real nice. What happened?’ and you’ll have to try to explain how everywhere, all at once, everybody lost their fucking minds.”

— Sock in Jason Pargin, I’m Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom, 2024, St. Martin’s Press, Ch. Day 5, p. 384-385