Stuff is happening. The book Hyperobjects is now in a way irrele-vant—everyone knows, everyone intuitively feels (which is much more important) what a hyperobject is. Coronavirus is everywhere. You can’t see it. It operates on all kinds of different scales—terrify-ing interpersonally or if you’re being forced back to work or school; weirdly amazing at demonstrating a world with less or no neoliberal churning, and fomenting planet-scale collective awareness and action. It’s pure poetry that right after we all started going into “lockdown” around Earth—really a kind of opening up to a less frantic and more caring way of being—Black Lives Matter exploded around Earth too. We’ve always thought the struggle against racism was fundamental to opening up a genuinely future future in which different things might be possible. Things other than the algorithmic churning of capital-ism, which don’t let’s forget is enabled by the slavery that is primitive accumulation. That so many non-Black people, around Earth, sud-denly realized how cheap and violent life is in the USA (we know, we live in the South), and mobilized to care radically for that life, and in particular, the Black lives that matter—it’s nothing short of a stun-ning promise of a new architecture, liquid, in motion, consisting of crowds of people tearing up the slower, more oppressive architecture of shops and statues.