In quantum physics, there is no such thing as an impossibility. The odds of something happening, no matter how infinitesimal, are still odds nonetheless. And, at the end of the day, the likelihood of anything happening is just about as likely as it is not.
It is on this day, the day you are reading this, that laughter stopped. No one ever laughed again. It isn’t anyone’s fault. No, it has nothing to do with the election. It just is.
Go on… try and laugh. Okay, you probably could. But it won’t feel like laughing. It will feel like you’re trying to laugh. Which you are.
People are going to start getting edgier. Nastier. Trust sort of crumbles. Sure, you may hear laughter, but none of it is the emotional expulsion of humour that it was before. Its practiced or manufactured.
Your friends and loved ones might feel that there is something implacably wrong, and you have to decide whether to tell them or not. I wouldn’t recommend it. Before, you might get a hearty chuckle at the idea, but now they’ll just look at you, frown and say, “Is that meant to be funny?”