We’re Too Obsessed With the ‘End’ of Everything

The death of stuff is greatly exaggerated

Illustration: Laurie Rollitt

Everything is dead now. Self-help is over. I don’t know what remote-access VPN is, but that’s done, too. The office has died. Not the show, which will stream until the sun turns into a lump of coal, but the actual physical space of an office. The bra has also died. If you read The Atlantic, you have attended…