
When I.CE. comes to town there may not be signs. You will buy your pita bread and dairy-free yogurt and exchange pleasantries with the cashier who smells vaguely of cigarette smoke. You will go on walks and you will go to work and the sun will still set over the ocean every evening. Life will feel the same.
But you’re you. You spend time online and with the world, and you will learn that life is not, in fact, the same. People are disappearing. From the courthouse. From their homes. From the bus stop on Route 1 near the animal shelter. You attend an orientation. You join the Signal chats. You get involved.
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