If the version of the multiverse we now find ourselves in arrives belatedly from the 20th century in the entanglements of physics and comic books, the afterwardness of culture wars, mid-credit scenes, and proliferating screen memories, is that just what signifying desire looks like a quarter of the way into the 21st? Fighting for the future, it seems we are never far from enjoying an unconscious that knows no “no,” nor time, nor contradiction. What of that shadowy feeling that falls across aspirations, like memory, but something older and farther away, something promised that remains intimately obscure?