The whole planetary ecology, the gift of billions of years of evolution, threatened to come crashing down.
Postmodernity was a story, too. For a few more generations we told ourselves that nothing was truly true, or really real - that everything was a construct. For a while it was thrilling, an assault on the failed logic and false objectivity of the past, an era in which to question every form of power and demand that every voice be heard.

But in the end, we found ourselves in a hall of mirrors, with nothing to believe in, adrift in moral relativity, unable to find a single idea we couldn't tear down. And all along the real world burned...
Now we are on the cusp of a new era. The contours are still being discovered. We don't know what it's about, don't even have a name for it yet.

All we know is that we're in a winner-takes-all race to find a new story to make sense of our times. A new structure of feeling. Or else zombie walk into a new dark age.