The 37s: No Fate
“The wind howls; the sun rises alone…”
The whole world has lost itself in the smoldering haze. The global pandemic, as such as it exists in the form of keyboard-pounding blowhards, moral-panicking bureaucrats, and a boorish reverence for ineptitude, has simply illuminated and made tangible the fissures once manageable through ignorance but now seemingly inevitable in their mortality.
Humans are a social creature, but for the past year the bonds of society have been legally, technologically, and physically snapped, leaving billions of scared, atomized individuals to navigate…