What is the curefor all this madness?I can’t even cross the streetwithout imagining my obituaryin a headline that spells my name wrong. A child screamsbecause the iPad died.His mom scrolls TikTokwhile holding up the drive-thru line.The chicken nuggets are cold.The world is ending. Becky is at the counter again–petitioning for paper strawsin a plastic cup.She…

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