Gen X Tears are Gen Z Tears

What if we are our own arrival fallacy?

I couldn’t cry at the start of the pandemic so I drove to a parking lot, assuming the irony of a strip mall would set something off. It didn’t. Then, I drove to a graveyard with a giant Jesus statue and stared at its stone eyes, but no tears came.

The moment I realized the pandemic was real was the Tuesday when school shut down. I went to the 90s bathro…