If today the idea of the multiverse is “everywhere” and “everything” and “all at once,” then in the overlay of physics and comic books, it seems we are never far from an unconscious that knows no “no,” nor time, nor contradiction. Or, if neither biology nor nation manifests destiny, how does the feeling of fatedness haunt, or give retroactive continuity to, the bad futures we make of our lives, deaths, one another’s? What then of that shadowy feeling that falls across aspirations, like memory, but something older and farther away, something promised that remains intimately obscure?