Prophet

by Sin Blaché

“How can anyone believe in America,” he says after a while, “and keep their eyes open at the same time?”

“It’s not impossible that cinematic license,” Veronica observes, “might carry into a real-world environment in this context.”

“I always thought the end of the world was going to be, you know,” he says, after a deal of silence, “properly apocalyptic. Fires. Tidal waves. Floods.” “No, Rao,” Adam says, the tiredness, the resignation in his voice as heavy and obvious as his conclusions. “The end of the world is just people glued to toys.”