After an initial and energized craving for action, to do something, anything, I have since rolled back the exuberant spirit, in part to conserve energy but also to prevent myself from acting irrationally, which would serve no one, least of all the writers I edit. I either entertain my anxieties or remain in the present; I choose reality, even though I read the news every day, and breaking news alerts breach. I serve no new purpose in this very old world now suddenly revealing to new eyes old atrocities—my role remains: I am to find writers who investigate themselves, and I am to publish them for the reader. To answer the question, yes, everything has changed.