2020. Pandemic, race and class war, economic and social insecurity—everything is falling apart, and everything is exactly as it should be. Or, rather, nothing is as it should be, and it finally looks that way. Nothing has been ok, and it finally seems that way. In this cascade of disruption, we’re consciously examining, defining, and redefining our relationships with each other and with the spaces we inhabit. And it’s starting to feel OK to want to be here for it. We’re making out fine.