Phone calls with friends lately always include a quip about the bars, malls, and restaurants we went to before the quarantine. We recount the way things were and the way we were. The past feels nestled in these phone calls, and memory spills over to the present. As the last 100 days have seen more and more cases pile up in a 500-mile radius around me, a threshold begins to build, not only for fear and disorientation but also the possibility of something transformative on the horizon.