“So, maybe I’m a prophet. Not me, alone, all of us, the ones who’re dying now. Maybe the virus is the prophecy? Be still. Maybe the world has driven God from Heaven. Because I do believe that, over and over, I’ve seen the end of things. And having seen, I’m going blind, as prophets do. Right? It makes a certain sense to me.”
Angels in America: Perestroika, Act 2, Scene 2
