If that seems obvious, consider the light-eating vanity of Trumpism, the delusion of a golden brand that will shine eternally. Consider this immediate post-Roe meme: “a thousand-year White Boy Summer starts today.” But nothing lasts forever, not even White boys. A death trip, meanwhile, summons us to the precarious real. Not the myth of greatness. The pulse—the life—of uncertainty. The living, such as we are.
