Worry

by Alexandra Tanner

“I’m nowhere,” she says. “I’m going nowhere. I’m probably in, like, the top two, maybe three, percent of people who have ever been alive on earth, ever, in terms of comfort and wealth, I have an education, I’m not riddled with the Black Death, there’s clean water, there’s plumbing, there’s supermarkets, there’s a map in my phone, it even rotates—and I’m just fucking nowhere, I’m making nothing of anything. And it’s like: our great-grandparents fled Europe for what? So one day we could buy thirty-dollar tubes of organic aluminum-free deodorant and sit on our asses making content? Looking at this fucking flat-screen all day? Doing nothing?”