Permagel

by Eva Baltasar

The power of fear is in the sum of every small dream reduced to dust. Let’s snort it, then—looks like that’s the only way left to live.

The truth is, I never pictured myself caring about these sorts of details. I find myself caught up in a surprising metaphysics. If I were a believer, I might believe someone wanted me to reconsider things. How does it go again? “Thank God I’m an atheist.”