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Reckoning with a collective near-death experience

What if I succumb to the virus and the year 2020 marks the end? What if this is it?

By Stefan Stern  

We are all going to die. Not today, of course, with any luck, or even in the coming days. But one day. It’s the only thing we know for sure about our lives. They are finite. It will end.

We know this. And yet, somehow, we don’t—or at least we carry on as if we don’t. It’s understandable. If you really lived each day as though it were your last you’d probably run up a scary credit card bill and regularly wake up with an appalling hangover: like death, but warmed…

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