As I write this, the sun is setting on October 7, 2024, one year since Hamas terrorists burst across the Israeli border and hunted people in their homes, raping, burning, shooting, torturing, massacring. Readers of my work have sometimes poked fun at the way I sign off my emails for Puck—“Tomorrow will be worse”—but the past few years have shown me just how inadequate that phrase is, how difficult it is to imagine or anticipate the depths to which humans can sink, and the boundless creativity with which we approach the dehumanization and annihilation of our fellow people. And October 7, in particular, has begotten a grotesque string of horrible tomorrows.