People who enjoy telling their blackout stories after a night of heavy drinking remind me of the study of cosmology, archaeology, and history, but on a much smaller time scale. Like, here we are living and there are these academics who are like, yo, what the fuck happened? How did we get here? It’s the same way some frat boy tries to piece together his wild last night. “Well, it started with a bang—six shots of Cuervo! —and from there, it starts to get a little hazy. There was some chaos, some collisions, some dark matter emanating from various black holes, some sex, some revolutions, and then, well, I woke up, and here I am.”