For me, the biggest crater in my personal cultural landscape caused by the (ongoing) 2020 disaster movie is that I don’t engage with strangers in public the way I did prior to masks. Some friends—who found this practice annoying—might be glad to hear of the change. Others—who gained inspiration from it—might find it sad, as I do. After one friend and I took a road trip together, he put “talk to at least one stranger,” on his daily practice list. Years later, he claimed the activity made him more confident, better at his job, and he stopped watching porn. Not sure how that all worked out, but I’ll take the win.