Drawn by Madison Hall

I have spent the last three years trying to convey the desperation, anger, and sadness of my generation. From the suicide of one friend, to the gallows humor of many others, it is hard to understate the extent of my own disillusionment and depression — and all of that was true before Corona virus, the stock market crash, or the apparent defeat of Bernie Sanders.

Two months ago you might have argued that the poverty of the youth was a temporary misfortune — that a generation’s worth of inheritances and a strong economy would drive my peers into the suburbs where we would enjoy our middle age, become more conservative, and politely await the climate collapse.

Today that is an impossibility.

Even if Coronavirus disappeared tomorrow, and even if the stock market magically rebounded, the illusion of capitalist progress has now been shattered. My generation was born into the world of 9/11, raised in the world of Occupy Wallstreet, and now graduates into the world of Corona collapse. We stand as both witness and victim while millions of workers are forced to go without pay under quarantine, while millions of students are kicked out of their colleges, and while millions of families will struggle to survive.