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Psychological-Science-Fiction.
A dominant movie genre, when movies get made again, looking back at the meltdown of human life on earth in 2020.
"It's classic Sci-Psy. Totally. One guy, he's a shrink. With a gun. Alone in New York! Humans are afraid to breathe, afraid of each other, dying by the millions! A fucking game show host is stoking race war, there's nobody in charge, everyone is going insane and pretending to be ok! The one lone guy has two days to save the planet. It's called "How Does That Make You Feel?"
Imagining the empty stadium, the canceled opening game, he heard the Scar Spangled Banner, sung in a silent voice.
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The tags which mysteriously no longer appear under definitions and usage, on Urban Dictionary entries.
He looked at his hundreds of long-standing definitions. "Where are my tags?" he asked. #tags? #what tags? he answered himself. "There were never any tags on Urban Dictionary. You must have been dreaming."
A phrase often heard as 2020 nears its end and people are forced to acknowledge some very strange things.
To have the family home for Thanksgiving would be suicidal, and I never thought I'd be saying this.
I never thought I'd be saying this, but we came within an inch of losing our democracy.
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Classes on Zoom.
Higher education from home.
As she logged in to her Tuesday morning creative writing seminar, she looked around at the Halls of Epidemia, which looked almost exactly like her bedroom.
A long-awaited collaboration from the creators of Mad Men and Breaking Bad - Matthew Weiner and Vince Gilligan. Millions of homebound fans, desperate for a new binge, are hoping TV history will be made.
Don Draper sees the writing on the wall - a third of the storefronts on Madison Avenue are vacant. Realizing that in Covid-depressed America there is not much left to advertise, not much to buy and little reason to buy it, he goes in search of Jesse Pinkman, and the temptation of Breaking Mad.
Vocal breakdown from an entire day on the phone.
By six-thirty, her voice was a fractured, abrasive croak, her daily frogmentation from nine straight hours of phone sessions.