“I have become a hoarder of dreams. Since high school, they’ve slowly piled up. They’re strewn across journals and loose slips of paper, and in the last few years stored on the Cloud, a nice place for dreams.”

“[The boat begins to sway under the waves.]”

“It’s the year 2044, and New Yorkers are commemorating the tenth anniversary of the MAGA regime’s fall from national power.”