But if missiles were in the air - North Korea just launched a trio the other day - and Phoenix was on the shortlist for nuclear annihilation, you could only hope to be inside the Maricopa County Emergency Management Office: a Cold War-era fallout shelter. Was this how it all ends: madman theory playing out in reality, with the entire world held hostage? Threats of “fire and fury” and an imminent plan to strike the waters of Guam had done the impossible, overloading my general anxiety to leave me numb, unable to comprehend if what I was witnessing was real. The week before, I’d watched a geopolitical back-and-forth that flirted in a shockingly casual way with nuclear annihilation. It's stopped raining, everybody's in the lane / And don't you know, it's a beautiful new day. All I could think about was a nuclear missile dropping out of the blue Arizona sky. But because of the context of my trip, the lyrics were unsettling. Ordinarily, the song felt upbeat: Sun is shining in the sky / There ain’t a cloud in sight.
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