Like any cripplingly entitled New Yorker, the morning of the infamous February 2026 blizzard I took my chances and went to Dunkin’ Donuts. The night before I had been standing on the sidewalk smoking a cigarette as the snow started to fall. Admiring the block I grew up on. The moon was out, barely anyone was outside.

The snow started to pillow on the branches of the trees, adding a layer of softness to their jagged edges. It was sort of cinematic.

I’ll take you out to eat before I fully expose myself. Consider this first blog post lunch. We have a lot to discuss, but unlike some of my past lovers, I like to take my time, and this essay is long but really hard for me. The only thing you’ll get today is an overview. Don’t worry I’ll talk you through it.