The biggest disappointment in all this is that even though I thoroughly inspect my refrigerator every twenty minutes, no portals have appeared. There are no alternate realities to hide in, no Narnias or Platforms to a wizard school to coast through this strange world we have found ourselves in. The start to this new decade could be put up against the majority of fictional dystopias and come out a real contender. But, all that said, regardless of the fact that the same carton of soy milk and half an onion greet me every time I attempt to stress-snack—that I have located no gateways to Wonderland nor 2015—I really don’t mind…