It feels like everything’s building to a crescendo, doesn’t it? The past is prologue, and it’s all leading to…
…something.
The trouble is, when you’re knee-deep in a historical arc, it’s next to impossible to accurately define it. You might be aware that something big and consequential is going on, but you can’t contextualize what the hell it means until afterward. It’s like trying to take a picture while driving 200 miles an hour — everything is blurry and distorted.
