During Second Impact, a part of me seemed to die away. I had, for much of my adult life had a fairly strong interest in politics, self-improvement, and film among other things. I spent many hours of the week consuming content on YouTube and Spotify including a fairly regular selection of podcasts and a fair number of audiobooks. The year before this all started I had watched roughly 70 movies and had written reviews for about half of them. This all came to an abrupt halt and suddenly I felt no desire to engage with any of it. In fact, in a number of instances, it felt like I was afraid of things like novels or movies for fear that they would induce in me the same feelings that precipitated Second Impact in the first place. I read nothing, I watched nothing, and I played nothing.