"How are you? Aside from the world burning and all." This has become my go-to pleasantry—the default, dystopia-flavored greeting I use on Zoom calls, emails, and catchup texts with old friends. It isn't just me: Ever since the Trump presidency, End Times vernacular seems to have trickled its way from fringe conspiracy forums into jocular chitchat among well-cushioned urbanites. In 2024, conjuring catastrophe in quotidian conversation is practically good manners. Openers like "Did you have a nice weekend?" are followed by the obligatory "I mean, other than the slow creeping demise of the planet." It all seems to suggest that The End will arrive any day now… and yet, everyone is being weirdly chill about it. |
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